D.T. Robbins

D.T. Robbins has work in Hobart, Maudlin House, X-R-A-Y, Bending Genres, and others. He’s founding editor of Rejection Letters. Find out more at dtrobbins.com.

BIRDS AREN’T REAL by D.T. ROBBINS

February 24, 2021 · Fiction

My girlfriend tells me something’s off in our relationship. Says we’re missing a spark or magic or whatever she calls it. I go, Oh, you wanna see magic? She goes, Yeah, idiot, I just said that. So, I wrap an old t-shirt around her eyes and lead her out into the field behind our apartment. It’s all a big surprise. The ice chest is full of beers and pastrami sandwiches and the chocolate cookies she baked last month. I put a slice of bread in a Ziplock bag with the cookies to keep them fresh. The cookies stay moist and…

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SITTING ALONE by D.T. ROBBINS

August 23, 2020 · Creative Nonfiction

I had a dream about you. I sat in a pew that only had enough room for two people. Its red velvet had faded, its wooden frame splintered. Someone played piano, sang a song for you, about you. The congregation sent up a crescendo of angel voices, enveloping the atmosphere, like a child wrapped around her father’s leg. And me? I lost it. I bawled, wailed. I’d saved that seat next to me for you, but you never came. The dream-song, a melody I’d never heard before, stayed in my ears after I woke. I considered whether or not…

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WHEELS by D. T. Robbins

June 22, 2020 · Creative Nonfiction

Fat-boy Brad, the same Brad who went, Hey, Cheese Factory!, to me on the bus because my teeth are a little yellow, stood in the middle of the street with Chris, the same Chris who almost drowned me in his pool last summer showing me what a washing machine was (you flip someone over and over and over and over until they can’t catch their breath and they start to cry and someone’s mom comes out and yells, What the hell are you doing to that boy?), looking at my bike, telling me how fucking gay it is because it’s…

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