by Kevin Maloney | Aug 2, 2021
ACCORDING to Wikihow.com, the proper way to launder a cashmere sweater is hand wash with mild soap, then lay flat on a clean towel. This is more or less what Jane said last night, now confirmed by an independent third party. Can’t she be righteously, indignantly wrong...
by Janine Blue | Jul 16, 2021
Daryl lifts the top of the velvet jewelry box with his free hand and carefully scans the pieces. “Oh! Gimmie here!” “Chill,” Martha says with a laugh. “Just hold up.” She continues applying the orange glitter nail polish to his left pinkie while he impatiently shifts...
by Don Zancanella | Feb 2, 2021
Sadie and Max are playing in the backyard when Sadie has a thought. “We should start a restaurant,” she says. Max claps his hands and shouts, “Yes!” but then furrows his small brow. He’s not sure what his sister means. “We’ll need tables,” Sadie continues. “Daddy can...
by Angela Woodward | Jan 23, 2021
I’m sorry I stabbed Vann Marsden in the eye. It’s terrible that his wife had to die in the aftermath. The fact that she was already ill and couldn’t take the strain doesn’t alter my sadness over her passing, but when a director takes all the movies you love and...
by Glen Pourciau | Mar 5, 2020
A balding man entering a tavern, nothing unusual, but a bump on top of his left ear caught my attention, reminding me of Forge. Could it have been my enigmatic classmate from decades ago? I kept walking, remembering Forge, a lonely figure who seemed to...
by David Beaty | Feb 5, 2020
It was six o’clock on a steamy January evening in Sao Paulo when Roland saw the toad. He was walking home along Alameda Santos with his ancient Nikon at the ready, searching for photographs. This was his pleasure after a sweaty day teaching English to...
