THINGS I CAN’T EVEN TELL MYSELF
by Len Kuntz

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In THINGS I CAN’T EVEN TELL MYSELF, the reader is treated to an undaunted inspection of people grappling with their own problems. The characters are at once familiar yet wholly unique, wrestling with challenges that seem, at first, unbeatable. This is Kuntz’s most visceral and potent writing to date. Each story leaves you breathless and hopeful, wondering, “Did that just really happen?” and if so, “What next?

“I wake up with a raw throat, an imaginary rosary strapped to my tongue, looking for an excuse not to go. It’s like praying to a vacuum, caught up in loss aversion, same way I’ve been since I was a boy.” From Personal History

“I find my wife sequestered in the pantry, naked on the floor, a garrison of soup cans encircling her.” From Something Like Normal

“There’s a Ouija Board in my mother’s throat that I can’t see.” From The Weight of the Wind