by The Editors | Mar 12, 2014
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,...
by Jacqueline Kolosov | Feb 23, 2014
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...
by John Picard | Feb 6, 2014
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...
by Kirsten Clodfelter | Jan 8, 2014
I was eight years old the afternoon my stepdaddy cut my face. In my mind, already too old for saying stepdaddy, but he liked the way it sounded—that it made clear who was in charge. We were sitting at the kitchen table in my mom’s bungalow, my three-quarter-time...
by Erin Somers | Dec 27, 2013
I do it for the money. Writing has made me very wealthy. It’s widely known that writers of literary fiction are among our richest citizens. I don’t mean figuratively rich, either, as in “rich in love,” which is something poor parents say to their children at Christmas...
by Joshua Corey | Dec 12, 2013
BUDDY BOLDEN Thought I heard Buddy Bolden shout. Before the storm, when ordinary ruin festooned the smoldering cracked streets of the Marigny where I would wander, go-cup in hand. Always deserted at that time of day, on the concrete lip of the R Bar, across from rows...
