Jay Goldstein had heard all the stories. Jewish boy marries Catholic girl, who agrees to bring up the children Jewish. But while the child is still too young to report back, Catholic girl sneaks off to church and has the child baptized. “To be fair, they can’t help it,” Sid, his lawyer and best friend, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Spring 2015
Braille, A Love Story — Paul Hostovsky
I have a thing for blind people. “Everybody’s got a thing,” says Stevie Wonder, but I don’t think he’s talking about the same thing I’m talking about. I think he’s talking about sex. My thing isn’t sexual and I’ve never actually had sex with a blind person, though I did come pretty close once with … Continue reading
It’s 85 Degrees in Orlando — emm borgerding
A string of teeth marks aligning with your ribs, I kissed them and promised revenge, a shotgun down the mouth of a gator, my ankles deep in thick clay stained red with yankee blood. The buzz of mosquitoes in the air almost as thick as the heat, spreading sweat from navel to collar bone. We … Continue reading
The Lighthouse Ensemble — Nick Bertelson
– For Andrew I first met Mr. Roland on a crummy night. The wind blew the neighbor’s leaves into my yard and rainwater rushed down the gutter, reflecting the streetlights. I was smoking a cigarette beneath my umbrella when I saw what had to be the only other person out on a … Continue reading
Truck — Kirsten Nelson
I remember when they built this mall. It was 1954, and there was a week straight that July when the temperature wouldn’t fly under 99 degrees, but I can’t remember where I parked my truck. I remember buying June a new pair of earrings after the jewelry store opened up. I brought them home in … Continue reading
A Little Something-Something — Leslie Pietrzyk
Kate would not remind the Bakers that the day of her visit was also her birthday. It was probably bad enough that she was visiting, their dead son’s wife, showing up to—what? Remind them that David was still dead? He had died in a boating accident in June, four months ago, and this visit to … Continue reading
A Pilgrimage in Space — Caitlin Rose Staff
I wake up in the middle of the night but I am not floating; I am falling. Seven point thirteen billion people call this planet home. Ten people do not. They are a fractional percent, such a minority that they do not count. No one listens to what they have to say. They exist, nevertheless, … Continue reading
A Conversation with Jon Goode
Jon Goode writes. On April 1, Goode performed a selection of spoken word poems at Coe College, but he reiterates that he can write everything, including “poems, short stories, ransom notes.” He has appeared on HBO’s Def Poetry Jam and CNN’s Black in America, and says he is inspired by writers as diverse as Zora … Continue reading
The Profiteer — Anton Jones
I can’t put my baby in a stroller. There are no rattles or binkies in my mansion. No cradle would ever hold her. I named her Emily but no one would ever call her that. She was the only good that ever came out of that man my parents auctioned me off to. He was … Continue reading
Blog Post / Featured / Fiction 2015 / Issues / Spring 2015
An Interview with Neil Hilborn
OCD is very clearly your most popular poem online. Why do you think that happens to be the one that has the most appeal? I think that…it’s funny, when I wrote that poem, I was never trying to write a hit, you know? I was just trying to figure out a way what it was … Continue reading
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