Archive for 2010
LONG
In Long on August 28, 2010 at 7:35 am“I know you’ll work for food, but I want to know if you’ll just live with me instead. I’ll still feed you.”
LONG
In Long on August 25, 2010 at 7:35 am“Dad, come see!” Dutifully, he squinted at the Pleiades. (first story)
SHORT
In Short on July 18, 2010 at 7:40 amLiving room sparks pennies and nickels. Bookcase creeps up. Ceiling blinks. (“E Said, C Said”)
LONG
In Long on July 18, 2010 at 7:35 amThis was lucky since the duly elected democratic Tunisian government had decided that no air conditioning be turned on in hotel rooms or homes until the 15th of June nationwide.
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In Short on June 25, 2010 at 7:40 amI threw the notebook into the river. A crow heckled us and tore through the sick trees. (Called “Sacred Names”, halfway down the page)
LONG
In Long on June 20, 2010 at 7:35 amI didn’t drop the phone, I threw it against the wall, pretending the wall was God’s face, because this was ridiculous and then the crying stopped and that was worse.
SHORT
In Short on June 7, 2010 at 7:40 amYou have to have high ceilings of course—did I mention I have an old house? (Mairead Byrne’s “Floodlights”)
LONG
In Long on April 18, 2010 at 7:35 am“Trust me,” she breathed in my ear, as her hands slid down my abdomen and robbed me of my shirt.
“Who are you?” I asked.
GENRE
In Genre on April 7, 2010 at 7:30 amOnly the shrieking of carrion birds disturbed the silence looming over Constantinople. (Gordon Doherty’s ‘Into the Breach’)
SHORT
In Short on March 27, 2010 at 7:30 amAt the funeral parlor, the roses shat their dark red stink as grandma lay like a rolling pin in a drawer of blue satin…(From “до свидания жестокий мир (Good-bye, Cruel World)” halfway down the page)
LONG
In Long on March 21, 2010 at 7:35 amWe are said to die of one thing on paper, but it is entirely of something different that we die, I thought as I left the realtor’s office. And it is dangerous to take the discrepancy between the two for granted, what one actually dies of and what one is said to have died of on paper; there is hardly ever a correspondence.
GENRE
In Genre on March 1, 2010 at 7:30 amThey didn’t know who the hell I was talking about. (Let this one load.)
LONG
In Long on February 27, 2010 at 7:35 amShe was a tattoo aesthetician, and I couldn’t imagine how I’d failed to gather this information from her online profile. (Download the PDF of this story by clicking on “Sushi Haru” by Emily Schultz.)
GENRE
In Genre on February 25, 2010 at 7:30 amShe is looking at me. Not looking at me. Her eyes are wide open. They are not looking anywhere. I can smell decaying roses. Vomit rises in my throat. A pain in my head like dull metal slapping inside of it. (This story comes after the first poem on the page. It’s called, “His Real Doll.)
SHORT
In Short on February 24, 2010 at 7:40 amTo clarify any blind mad-grabs, personally, enjoy getting ahead of yourself when the sun settles down, when fingering loose change in your pocket that someone else will get. Think wistful, So much surpasses-(This line comes from the third story on the page, “Japonisme”)
GENRE
In Genre on February 18, 2010 at 7:30 amEnter GIANTIST MAN IN THE WORLD.
(For this story, see BP Whalen’s “Chekhov’s Nightmare” on the left index.)
SHORT
In Short on February 17, 2010 at 7:40 amLater, when they are asleep in bed together, I move around the house, picturing those who will ugly him. (This is the second story on the page. It’s called “Who Will Ugly Him.”)
GENRE
In Genre on February 11, 2010 at 7:30 amAs much as I miss my hands, I miss my feet even more. (For this story, see “Un-Opposable” by Steve Krause at the bottom of the page.)
