Meeting Lael Gold Voodoo had been a required class, something we all attended without really thinking about it. The lecturer tried to induce trance states unawares. We just thought he was boring. We were white and Quaker. The empty driveways and green backyards of rural Pennsylvania held us as we partied and studied, gesticulated, flirted,…
Vacation Stephanie Golisch The sun pours down heavy on our heads like pancake batter. I don’t understand the language. We follow the locals. Though they might be leading us in circles, we have no choice. We had to give up our cell phones at the border, no one dared to argue with the guards in…
Every Bird Casts a Shadow Alexandra N. Kontes Dear Sir: You know that green hat in your new story? Well, you can’t have it. It’s mine. I’ve already started cutting the words green hat out of the copies of your books at Barnes and Noble, so you are just going to have to think of…
Ice Catie Jarvis Inspired by the Delmore Schwartz story “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities” I. It is cold outside, a hard dry cold. The animals and trees have taken on a frigid silence. Nothing moves. I’m standing outside an unfamiliar country home, blue vinyl and plastic shutters. Inside, Mary-Anne Sulyard waits in the kitchen. Her house…
the idiot’s guide to morons (dave granger is in grave danger) Tony Rauch dave-o and me at work me and dave granger work in the back of the bottling plant on the east side. it’s a really nice job—everyone leaves us alone, the work isn’t too bad—and best of all, we can drink all we…
