Kosciusko BridgeTerese Svoboda
Edgy dogs tap their toenails beneath the staircase in the courtyard. He flaps his napkin at one, Caffay o-lay!, ordering in sight of the half-ruined...
Then I made me way into the tottering house itself and found it all in shambles. A clothesline freighted with frilly red underwear, not mine...
The ConsultantCatherynne M. Valente
She walks into my life legs first, a long drink of water in the desert of my thirties. Her shoes are red; her eyes are green
Grandfather Chandler says God made only two kinds of bloodweed: the stiff grass with greenish-purple flowers that grows wild in the ditches hereabouts...
Wedding DayRobley Wilson
It was Benjamin Howard’s wedding day, the second of his life and, he hoped, the last. Annette, the bride-to-be, was asleep in the bed he...
On "Salvation" by Langston HughesMatthew Sharpe
“Salvation” is the third chapter of Langston Hughes’s memoir The Big Sea, but this two-page tour de force of prose is also a compact...
On "Sweethearts" by Richard FordRichard Ford
Yes, we could have played it safe and inaugurated this series with something by Chekhov or Gogol or by someone like Alice Munro, who writes nothing...