Posts by Brecca Smith

May 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Seven Years

Brecca Smith

We go from ecstatic to great to good to therapy. I go to bed numb and wake up furious. I leave you for the couch every night. Is year seven always like this? When Marilyn Monroe makes a movie about

April 14, 2020 | Nonfiction

Jubilation

A. Smith

At the end of the 90s, the MLB’s closest analogue was the WWF.

May 8, 2019 | Poetry

2 Poems

A. Smith

Vapor of Breath

All hail Michigan Dogman. All
slobber and standing seven feet
tall, Michigan Dogman sounds

howls like he’s missing a muffler
yet we’re never quite sure if it was
him or the

June 15, 2018 | Interview

The Man Who Rescued a Book From the Rain: A Conversation

Emma Smith-Stevens

I based the Australian on a man I met in a coffee shop when I was 19. We went back to his place and did coke together, and he told me all about himself...

July 9, 2013 | Fiction

The Painter's Arm

Eliza Smith

My boyfriend cut off my arm while I slept. He had thought the whole thing through months in advance, he told me the next morning.

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Man's Man

Simon A. Smith

As soon as Joey Steinbach's foot sprung from second base and he made the turn, there was no unplugging it. He'd decided back on first base that if the ball even skimmed the outfield grass he was