And are rather prosperous. One of whom is Bethany Maile, whose blog you can find at truckhouse.wordpress.com.
or better yet in response to, the New Yorker‘s 20 best fiction writers under 40, Ward Six has a list of the 10 best writers over 80. It’s no joke, click here for more.
With the World Cup starting up in Jo’burg in less than one week’s time, here’s a fresh book by editors Turnbull, Saterlee, and Raab (sounds like a trio of Victorian adventurers).
At Night
“I always dream I saved Leslie instead,” I whisper to my son. “She was stronger. I was sure she could make it.”
I trace Luke’s sun-kissed cheeks and muss his tufts of pale blonde, sweat-damp from the struggle. He looks like he’s sleeping, I think. I fluff the pillow I’d held over his face.
A movie flickers in my blistered mind: The canoe tips in slow motion, spilling my children into a churning river, the color of cola. We never buckled the life vests. Both children bob and gasp, too far away. I was sure Leslie could make it.
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Elane Johnson’s nonfiction, fiction and poetry have appeared in Brevity, The Gnu Literary Journal, Indy Star, and The East County Gazette.
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While the cover delivers, how does this series keep getting pub’d?
Has anyone read an entire Quirk Classic, front to back?
Fantasies
I’d been afraid my son would be accused of rape. Would I be naïve enough to believe in his innocence? Would I disown him? Which detail of his childhood would flash before me with new clarity? The moment I unwittingly taught misogyny.
But at dinner Gabe says he’s afraid that one day he’ll run over someone with his car (he doesn’t even own a car, just as I don’t have a son), and I’m so pleased with myself. I’ll have something to say. We’ll agree. We’ll share fear. They call this intimacy.
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Meaghan Winter’s work has appeared in Slate, Fringe, and The Faster Times. She’s an imminent graduate of Columbia’s MFA program.
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When all the chambers were loaded she capped them and looked about…
Page 82 • Zak Smith • For all the daymares you could ask for…
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Susan,
Guess what? Thom will only speak Latin, and all he eats are spices because he is “sustained by sensation.” Best Christmas Ever!
Amy
Amy,
Fantastic! Paul can’t be watched while eating. Dad is setting up a card table in the den so we can yell back and forth. Best Christmas Ever!
Susan
Girls,
So excited to meet your beaus and their annual dietary restrictions! The new intercom is set up; curry smoothies blending. Wrote the menu cards in Latin, excited for Thom’s expertise. If these boys are all you say-you deserve it! Best Christmas Ever!
Mom and Dad
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Professor Fader Is Like a Virgin
“Reality, for Hobbes, is corporeality,” Fader said. “And man is a material entity in a material world, a complex system of motion and emotion, a mass of six elements subject to the laws of gravitation, subject to the laws of—”
A hand shot up. “So it’s like what Madonna said?”
“The Madonna?”
Scare quotes in the air. “‘You know we’re living in a material world and I am a material girl.’”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s okay, since we usually don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A bit ruffled by the interruption, Fader continued.
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John Madera’s work has appeared in Opium Magazine, Featherproof Press, elimae, Everyday Genius, ArtVoice, The Brooklyn Rail, The Collagist, DIAGRAM, Rain Taxi: Review of Books, The Rumpus, Tarpaulin Sky, and Word Riot. He edits the forum Big Other and journal The Chapbook Review.
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A Manifesto for Consideration—
The gospel tells us that everything is in the poems. The next illogical thing to do is to try and find those things. What are those things anyway? Our last century made that so hard to do — I don’t have to count feet anymore? But what did anapest really mean in the first place? Apparently “I strike back” or “reversed”. We have come so far.
There could be a fear that we are left with so little, but no: we are left now with everything. Could there be any less than everything? The problem now is that, since we have everything instead of just a few things, we have a lot to think about. The only illogical response is to sit and stare and think. The only thing to do, in order to think about all of these everythings, is to consider. That takes time, but what were we going to be doing anyway? Counting feet? All that we have is time, until we run out of time, so let us use that time to think about everything so we can fulfill that long-promised promise and finish off literature, sure and quick.
