The Heart of the Farm

The Heart of the Farm

When I was a child I believed the farm where I grew up was a living being. As a living being, it had a heart. The location of the heart was obvious to me, though it seemed I was the only one who knew. I didn’t tell anyone. I went to visit the heart, from time to time,...
Not Sleeping, Yet

Not Sleeping, Yet

It’s grey hair on the pillow now. Night owl, I inhabit a still house, keeping quiet, not wanting to disturb my sleeping wife. Even for me, awake, such hours have the feel of dreams. A pool of light under my lamp where I sit reading, half-lit hallways and stairwells,...
Stories of Fire and Water

Stories of Fire and Water

The Vietnamese were born from a goddess from the heavens and a dragon from the waters. The dragon-father confessed to the goddess-mother, I am from the dragons, you are from the faeries. Fire and water cannot together live in harmony. Fifty of their sons followed...
Interview with Vanessa Blakeslee

Interview with Vanessa Blakeslee

I first met Vanessa Blakeslee during my first residency as a student at Vermont College of Fine Arts, where she was a graduate assistant. One evening she read a heartbreaking story about a model struggling with an eating disorder. It was powerful, so much so that,...
Interview with Patricia Fargnoli

Interview with Patricia Fargnoli

    JACQUELINE KOLOSOV: In reading and re-reading Winter, I find myself struck by the silences that permeate the collection. Here, I am reminded of the silence of winter, which can be magical but also bracing—stark—and ultimately enabling of the...
Neighbors

Neighbors

It was one o’clock in the morning and I was driving out of town with a man I had only known for ten minutes, contemplating running a red light or exceeding the speed limit to attract any police cars that might be around. But at that hour, at that distance from the...