When I actually got my own room I always kept the door closed. It wasn’t like there was anything actually happening in there––I was usually reading––but the thought that something could or might be happening at any moment in my … Continue reading
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It’s a summer afternoon in Montreal and some asshole is making his way toward me. He is just another obstacle to move, skirt and trouble around. He whistles some revolting tune louder and louder when he zeros in on me–a … Continue reading
FAST FORWARD PRESS NEW YORK CITY READING We have successfully found a venue for our New York reading! It’ll be on Saturday, June 19th, from 8 to 11 PM at the Path Cafe, which is located at 131 Christopher Street … Continue reading
Santa Fe Community College 2009 AWARDS STUDENT WRITING COMPETITION Table of Contents SFCC Student Writing Competition 2008-2009 Awards Fiction ….3 Prizewinners Family Conference by Meg Tuite Paris Could be Home by Anna Carvlin Confusion by Iza Bruen Elizabeth in Iambic … Continue reading
Winds of words howled inside Gerald’s head as he sat silently eating his supper listening to his wife. “I don’t understand what you did to make this happen?” She picked at her lima beans, while behind glass a panorama of … Continue reading
A woman limped out of a liquor store with the submissive stoop of the genuflected and the promise of a liturgy to come in a bottle. A radiant, old face with the slight tremor of the merciful, holding a brown … Continue reading
Bernice Mendelsohn looked right through me. Eye contact between us was an unsanctioned landscape. She had to pass me at least a few times each day, but saw nothing where I stood or sat. I banked my working life on … Continue reading
Each kid found himself victim to one of the many human abuses of dumping a child out of the back of a station wagon into the snot-filled clutches of a pack of anonymous kids. It was an enforced group dynamics … Continue reading
WF, 5’4, brown hair, brown eyes, fortyish, available parking day or night in front of building. Elva dropped her personal ad off on the way to work. She hadn’t been in a relationship in over three years. This was an … Continue reading
It wasn’t her guts I hated. It was other parts of her anatomy I despised. Sparkling, ivory teeth spread out across her face like piano keys plastered beneath a witless pair of shimmering lips. I would stare at her flat … Continue reading