Concerning Abigail
A story by Chad Durling
By • March 30, 2012
Ms. Bradford:
About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail. She was a sweet girl, but stern, and you could never ever …
Creative
The Economist
Part 9
By • March 30, 2012
Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, and Part 8 here.
This time there was …
Nightlight
A piece by Andrea Benson
By • March 30, 2012
She stops in the middle of the dark, empty, street to listen. To a buzz – electric maybe, she doesn’t quite know. Flanked on …
It’s High School Science For Me
A song by Andy Post
By • March 30, 2012
First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes
And orders and families and species and genuses
Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why …
Bixi
A poem by Andrea Benson
By • March 30, 2012
I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and …
The New York God
A story by Dana Hall
By • March 23, 2012
Mary was walking as quickly as she could down the sidewalk. Her boss had kept her later than usual. Even with the late dismissal, …
Seen from the Window-seat of a Saskachewan Train at Night
A story by Shane Bryson
By • March 23, 2012
The train crawled down the tracks into the prairie dark. From his window-seat, Jimmy could see little – the blur of gravel and shrubbery, …
Something Shameless
A poem by Shane Bryson
By • March 23, 2012
To write a bad poem and mean
It, in love, is something shameless
That tells a laughing at, a proverbial
Fit, that to reject is not to …
GLASSON BAR
A poem by Brett Bell
By • March 23, 2012
St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye;
we follow on highs and smoky nights,
in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.
Then again, I help myself …
The Economist
Part 8
By • March 23, 2012
Editor’s note: read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, and Part 7 here.
The door opened with a whoosh. …
