by David Raney | Apr 12, 2016
What I want is the income that really comes in of itself, while all you have to do is just to blossom and exist and sit on chairs. – Robert Louis Stevenson, letter to Henry James My friend Mark,...
by George Choundas | Apr 5, 2016
Days that are sunny but cold. Because no one likes being lied to. Curtis Mayfield. Because if one more person tells me they adore Curtis Mayfield, I swear to God. Other people named George in the same room as me. Because the neck seems like something that has only...
by Philip Brady | Mar 28, 2016
Kirk Nesset has no face. It’s not just that his page is erased; he has lost face in every way imaginable. He has resigned tenure. His passport is suspended. His computer is monitored. He will probably lose his dog—a mini-pomeranian he cradles in a sling. He may go to...
by Jacob M. Appel | Feb 20, 2016
* I am indebted to Leonard Michaels and his short story, “In the Fifties,” to which this essay is intended as a response. In the eighties I failed to learn fractions. I was frequently lonely. I stood in right field and wore a baseball glove on my head. I lived in a...
by Michael Gracey | Feb 8, 2016
As Simon Peter and his brother Andrew toss their nets early in the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus appears and says that if they follow him, he will make them “fishers of men.” That they immediately forsake their work and go with him is usually seen as proof of their faith,...
by Randy Osborne | Feb 6, 2016
She was a tall, bony girl with long dark hair, bright green eyes and a thick, wide nose bent so firmly over her upper lip that the flesh seemed to have melted together. Boys on the playground pressed their noses flat against their faces and honked her name. Other...
