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Emari DiGiorgio Watch it he says. I’m pushing the egg, subtly at first, but now         that he’s said something, hard with the fork, launching         a reckless wobble. I ask Is it selfless or selfish to kamikaze, to hijack a 757 … Continue reading →

David Meeker i The wild ride’s begun, the dogs let loose at dusk, and we’ve wrapped ourselves         in a rare lineage of ancient fur. Cold with the black breath of the hunt and the unintelligible whispering         of wind in the … Continue reading →

Tyler McMahon Restaurant Dave didn’t even bring his board. With empty hands, he walked south along Encinitas Boulevard in his work clothes. The polished wing tips pinched at his feet. His creased pant-legs dangled just a little too high above … Continue reading →

Henrietta Goodman For almost twenty years I lived in Missoula, Montana, but now I own a house in Lubbock, Texas, and four little girls are doing cheers in my living room. It’s early spring, almost dark, the grackles shrieking in … Continue reading →

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 →