Posts by Kent Kosack

Kulshi Bekhir photo
June 1, 2020 | Fiction

Kulshi Bekhir

Kent Kosack

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning to the man in the seat beside me. Though he didn’t appear to speak English, he intuited my rejection. Loneliness, like love, is an international language.

Full House photo
March 17, 2020 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Full House

Kent Kosack

In jazz, woodshedding refers to the shed you sequester yourself in, as a young musician learning the craft, a private space to develop your own style, away from prying eyes or critical ears.

Jokermen photo
October 22, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Jokermen

Kent Kosack

The song on repeat, singing to Scout, for some reason stranded, standing on the patio table, dead-center, like a reanimated roast, and my father, drunk and shirtless, passed out in a pile of mulch in the yard.

Make and Model photo
June 3, 2019 | Fiction

Make and Model

Kent Kosack

He tells them, pays for the burgers and, as they drive to the mall, as if to encourage them, a general addressing his troops, he tells them about fights with broken bottles, about fighting the black kids because he was white, the Italian and Polish kids because he was Jewish, the rich kids because he was poor.

Moriches photo
May 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

Moriches

Kent Kosack

I’ve been tasked with digitizing my father’s slides, a hundred or so he inherited from his aunt.