By Beatriz Seelaender I want to do that Walden shitsomewhere covered in ice sheetsI climbed every highest mountain and stillhaven’t been able to reach mother superior’s solo’s note when she sings Nature as a nice scene on my tv screenNature as Animal Planet plus popcorn for breakfast on a Sunday…
By Ronald C. Paxton My name is Danny Lee Truluck, but you can call me Mud. Everyone does. Mama used to get a big kick out of that. I remember when I was little she would pretend to be mad at me and say, “Danny Lee, your name is mud.”…
By Julian Koslow Late afternoon in the face-reddening chillour long-legged shadows rundown the library field, when every playis “go long” for the last hour,every drive the incrediblelast-minute comeback drive. In the fast-ripening, soon-falling, leaf-pile-scented November light, geesewing a flying wedge acrossthe honking air, our shoutsflocking after them throughthe blue Hail…
By Laury A. Egan Dean removed the black velvet box from his pocket, flipped open the lid, and admired the ring. White gold with a tiny, Asscher-cut diamond. Simple, elegant, and expensive. It had cost over $2,000, which was more than he could afford, yet nothing was too good for…
Waiting for Abalone over a Discussion of Favorite Books By Elizabeth Rosen You sat before I did, settling your handsome bulk into the chair across from me, eager to get started and learn if our mutual friend was right that we would have a lot to talk about. There was…