He was waiting for the streetcar and seemed familiar to me because I’d dreamt about someone like him the night before.
Red Rabbit by Robert W. Fieseler
Category: April 2016
Where Do You Go From Alston Street? by Kat Moore
Peanut hands me three white pills. She says it will help. She says better than nothing. … she says this is my needle, don’t set yours down, I got AIDS.
Holiness of a Garden by Amanda Lightner
A few months after our wedding, Trevor and I moved to a small, red brick parsonage beside a small, red brick church built in 1873.
Inheritance by J.L. Cooper
By the time I was eight, I’d come to know of a cigar box my father kept in our garage, filled to the top with various nuts and bolts, washers, grommets, and screws.
Lesson Plans by Anita Gill
On your first day in your new job as an adjunct professor, give out an assignment. Call it a diagnostic essay.
Auteur by Lynne Nugent
I point my cameraphone at the boy who is chasing a pair of robins across the park with his newly minted stagger-walk. The robins, unconcerned, barely rouse themselves to fly a few yards away…
Lighting of the Figures by Emily Urness
She flings open my bedroom door with so much gusto it rattles the hinges. This is the first time since I’ve moved back that she hasn’t knocked.
Without You by Milena Nigam
In 1982, my parents divorce, and my mom, sister, and I move to a small house in West Concord, at the time a working class town twenty miles west of Boston. I am eight years old.
CRAFT: Can I Live Off A Book Advance? by Abby Norman
You’ve got your agent. You’ve found a publisher. Now, you’re entering a strange period of apparent uselessness while your agent and publisher talk in hushed tones about The Deal.
Review: Bookbinder’s Daughter: A Life Lost and Found by Judith A. Fisher
At 15, Judith A. Fisher began stealing her mother’s painkillers. One night, feeling particularly unloved by her parents, she leaves a note and swallows the pills, waking up later in the hospital
