Author Archives: Georgetown College

Michael Palmer On October 17, 2007, a Union Pacific employee called the Tooele Police Department and reported a vacated truck in the Salt Lake desert. The truck was parked next to the train tracks, and had been there since just … Continue reading →

Jim Daniels (after Edwin Reyes) Considering the lack of oversight, the lack of tracks, considering the shunned moon and the bitter grit of stars, the bed’s gravelly silence and the idling tinted-window bass-thump SUV, the melting ticket and the grim … Continue reading →

Ed Rutkowski When winter came I was out of work again. For two months I did nothing but drink and smoke and fall asleep in front of the television. I knew I should look for work before the money I’d … Continue reading →

Mark Wisniewski she’d come with me but her eyes were on the singer of a cover band in a small night club in Texas & the longer he sang the more she stared & the more he returned the favor … Continue reading →

Margaret Maclnnis Here my mother is the teenaged girl in the passenger seat beside my father. She pulls down her sun visor and rests her palms on her belly. Because she is prone to water retention, her fingers are swollen … Continue reading →

William Greenway Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage … Continue reading →

Seth Abramson Everyone knows what not to do in a dream, and in a dream everyone has the heart to tell you who you are. He was sorry for how he’d sat a massacre in the guise of a man … Continue reading →

Luke Fiske Something terrible has happened in the house next door.  Mrs. Allen has lost her son.  Meaning he has been taken from her.  The first I know of it, late-afternoon sirens fill the air, and from my bedroom I … Continue reading →

Katy Pena My sister’s name is Heimfreyja, but everyone calls her Freyja.  “That woman,” she sometimes says, referring to our mother, “how could she stick me with a name like that?” Mother once said that she named her after a … Continue reading →

Roger Desy — the northern mid-winter orbit — closest to the sun — is most remote from squalls strewing their random coils over the purer surfaces of perfect fields — on ground — stone to the frost line — snows … Continue reading →