by Brandon Barrows It was after midnight. On a weeknight, most of the drinkers in Ron’s Place wandered out on their own long before Ron had to ask them to. He rarely even had to announce last call. It was mostly an after-work bar during the week—stop in for a…
by Jeannette de Beauvoir I hear people look up their exeson Google. I have an ex, too:it’s the convent I once calledmy home. Then, the nunswere hundreds strong(not including those deployedto bring God to continentswhere he’d already lived formillennia under different names) But now they’re gone: the conventa college dormitory,…
by Andrew Rucker Jones In an upscale Chinese restaurant—the kind with two stone lions flanking the entrance, dragons weaving up the columns, and a decorative fish tank bubbling insinuations of wealth—in the private function room before twenty pairs of eyes, the guests of honor called the Hispanic waiter, who called…
by Jamie Brown Isn’t my heartdone when it’s al dente?Use the fork to flip iton the grillspitting and hissing as red dropsbrown, blacken, smokeand burn, turnred again, yellowagainst gray charcoaldust; but it’s howthey like itblack-and-blueraw and bloody insidecharred crisp outside. Jamie Brown has been a homemaker, an electrician, handyman, short-order…