ISSUE.25

Fall, 2007

 

 

 

 


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ENORMOUS
By Jean-Michele Gregory

I look at these rail-thin men and wonder, how could I lay in bed next to something as small as that?

LOST ON COLFAX AVENUE
By John Calderazzo


He stops, letting his cane rest on the cracked sidewalk.
S_ _T
By Janis Butler Holm


Are guilty pleasures pleasures if you take away the guilt?
SCREAM
By Joel Peckham Jr.


Something is wrong. I am lying on the ice.

BOOK REVIEW ESSAYS
By Kelley Evans, Todd Davis, and Debbie Hagan

The furtive smiles of pregnant women, the inescapable mother-daughter bond, and the Swartzentruber Amish: essay/reviews of Lia Purpura's On Looking, Kathryn Harrison's The Mother Knot, and Joe Mackall's Plain Secrets.

SOMETHING ONCE LEARNED
By Michael Copperman


It was always the same fight: I talked down to her, I was distant; she sold coke, she liked being ogled for cash.
FOUR MENUS
By Sheila Squillante


Sundays are for mundane tomato sauce stirred through with thyme and oregano and worship for the sensual world.
PROSELEGY AND CODA
By Gary Presley


One breath. Ragged. Flutter. Silence. Space. Another breath. Rattle. Jaw flap-heave.
TOMMY
By Kelly Ruth Winter


When Tommy is in sixth grade and I am in third, he lights his house on fire and tries to kill himself with a pair of scissors.

CRAFT ESSAYS
By Brian Goedde and Dustin Michael

Goedde explains the similarities between translation and the "source text" we use to write nonfiction essays, while Michael helps undergraduate writers understand why creative nonfiction might actually be the perfect format for weird, jacked-up stories.

SOUNDTRACK
By Lisa Groen Braner

As I drive home from the hospital, Mary Chapin Carpenter sings about trouble, sorrow, and choosing to fly.

JACKPOT
Debra S. Levy

Soon I would hear my mother’s voice – low, nasal, reassuring – reaching across the distance.

From the Book What Becomes You

A WONDERFUL LIFE
By Aaron Raz Link


When I changed my name, the first person I told was my cousin, the clown. The second person I told was my barber.

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