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Joan Tick drawings by Maude Black -

I want to raise emus on the bayou—a place unchanged since Twain wrote about its uncommon and mysterious nature. I want to catch catfish...

Susan Alexander -

Cecilia is standing at the corner of St. George and Willcocks Streets, trying to forget. She does this once a year, just before she climbs...

John Lavery -

He stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but his duly-rude apron and the birthmark that covered the left side of his face from his...

Shannon Cason -

My father left me his camera. It was in a boxy aluminum case with two latches in the front that locked. It also had...

K.C. Wolfe -

The first week I was back in Syracuse, Pat met me at my parents’ house, where I would be living again, three months after...

Peter Orner -

San Francisco (1997) She’d hurt herself in small ways. Nobody knew about it. She’d take a knife and slowly deliberately gently slice her thigh....

Andrew Kaufman -

1 The woman who couldn’t keep her feelings to herself The limousine taking Rebecca Reynolds and Lewis Taylor to the funeral had stalled in...

Rob Benvie -

Mere days before my brother-in-law Richie was shipped off to southern Afghanistan, and seven months before the LAV III he and two fellow light...

Michelle Miller -

Margene is all the way out of bed and into the bathroom before she realizes what day it is. It's Gladys who reminds her....

Gary Barwin -

THE EVENING MEAL My father rolled up our house and walked into the forest. When he arrived at the world’s edge, he turned, pulled up...