Zune: (see zoon) n. An individual animal produced from an egg. Despite the various calls she had made in the past few weeks complaining about the matter, when Nora opened her front door on Sunday morning she found that, yet again, her newspaper had been dropped at an unacceptable distance from her front step. Nora … Continue reading
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The Wallaby & The Python—Alexis Kale
I must look like a zombie, she says, wiping underneath her eyes. It’s this new organic eyeliner. I don’t know what it does to my face. Organic eyeliner? I ask. My hand shifts on her bare back. She stops to answer, but she doesn’t know what makes eyeliner organic. She says: It’s not tested on … Continue reading
Peregrinus—Ariella S. Levy
The ocean feels far away in the dry redness. The succulents and cacti and scrub are too brown or too washed-out green to cut through the aching and endless brightness. Dilapidated fences of powdering wooden stakes and ancient strands of barbed wire run parallel to the road. Asphalt is bleached white by the sun and … Continue reading
Joy—Josh Patrick Sheridan
A group of boys lines up on the third-base side of an overgrown ball field, kicking sneaker toes at the chalky earth and chewing on the sides of their fingers. The sun above them pulses and stares, the wind having died to nothing, but the boys stand still and content and thirsty, waiting to be … Continue reading
Encounters with the Man Inside My Wall—Jason Namey
Twelve months after Jose vacated the second bedroom, twelve months spent eating peanuts and microwave pizza under the hum of reality TV—Fourteen months after he found me jerking off to Facebook pictures of his sister, taken when she could still walk, and he punched me in the face, and she stopped coming over to watch … Continue reading
Horses—Bill Vernon
A series of storms trapped him inside so long, he envied the animals’ freedom to roam in their pastures. Within a day he felt like King Tut, Cincinnati Zoo’s silverback gorilla, whom he identified with, pacing back and forth in a cage. He was full of oats, as his farmer-father and mother used to say. … Continue reading
Review: “Spoken Portrait” by Uriel Quesada
At first, it became obvious why “Spoken Portrait” by Uriel Quesada was picked for the Iowa Review because of the author’s ability to relate to the readers. At the bare surface that’s all the seems. However, the story goes deeper with the reader. This is a story about a writer in a coffee shop and she … Continue reading
Springtime Ride
Year 1941 The hot sun was balanced out the spring sea breeze as I lay the sand—my feet bare. I had my eyes closed, already having the island’s scenery memorized, perfectly content with the peaceful atmosphere. I listened to the birds’ songs, the waves crashing, and the palm tree leaves rustle. “Are you asleep, Mrs. … Continue reading
This Guy Should Have a Car—David Pounds
Man, fuck buses. The dregs of our society live on buses. And I don’t mean homeless people, like this isn’t my screwed up screed on the homeless or nothing. I just mean that it seems like if you are a terrible person or there is something wrong or offensive going on with you, you just … Continue reading
Blue Bloke—Timothy B. Dodd
They’re shooting again. So little Cory’s screaming again. “Honey, go put something on for him,” Shirley says. I walk to the living room. On the ground beside the “entertainment center” I find a disc out of its case. I pick it up and slam Grover’s face into the DVD player, turn up the volume. … Continue reading
