After Earthquakes
Ramon Isao
At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.
“I signed up for a thing online,” he tells me. “You put your name into this big database, along with a bunch
I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that swim around and the sweat that slips out. I like to watch
People think we’re in love, like goo-goo eyes and fingering, because we’re always together, Katie Jean and I. We’re always together, Katie Jean and I, because she has her mouth wired shut and I’m
The women were exceedingly beautiful that night. It did not move me to see them, even with their hair tossed back and asses sticking out. It did not make me feel violated, the way I wanted and
Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.Kevin Wilson is the author of a story collection, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth(Ecco/Harper Perennial, 2009), and a novel, The Family Fang (Ecco, 2011). He lives and teaches in Sewanee, TN.
At one a.m. a man loads mannequin parts into the trunk of an orange hatchback.
“I signed up for a thing online,” he tells me. “You put your name into this big database, along with a bunch
What Daddy
Our departure is very alarming to me, still. I still feel caution tape around my heart. But also it has caused many pleasurable detriments to my existence. I have run out of
[The following text and pictures are taken from the personal website of my brother, Austin Hinderliter. It includes all posts made from April 25 — May 6, 2011. —Robert]
April 25,
The Vanishing Ball Player
Moses Cage (1960 - ?)
My hands, nets. My arms, windmills. My heart, a diamond.
-Moses Cage, 1989
Cage spent three seasons as a backup left
All Paige heard was her watch ticking. She peeled away the cement smell and damp that grew in the old basement where Buddy Cantrell had pitched her. You didn't grow up without running through a few
The holes in Dean's shoes let in the rain that streamed in rivers down the sleek asphalt of Ruby Lane. His feet squished miserably along the rows of dark Tudors built on spec. His pockets were
“Did you see what Suzy did when her father tossed her into the air?”
“No, I was looking at Jimmy.”
“She screamed. She screamed like a little piglet right until she hit the water.”
“My
I miss Lost. I want to go on Lost with you. Let’s be on Lost together. Let’s get on a plane that says: DESTINATION - CRASH. Let’s be a part of the brand new cast. I want to be a main character
Julia Wertz's first two books are called Fart Party, a great, attention-grabbing title. I remember grabbing the book off the shelf at the comic bookstore, poking my boyfriend and laughing
He was putting potatoes into my hands.
“What else you need. Salt?”
He stepped over a stack of plates. I moved around them.
“Here. This is good. You cook with this. No?”
The
Flight Patterns
The night the ghosts got in we went out the third floor window. I heard boot steps on the stairs and we were gone. Out past paint flecked white wicker into the forest, we’d
Exley, Brock Clarke’s third novel, is the story of Miller le Ray, a boy whose father may or may not have left Miller and his mother to go and serve in Iraq. Told from Miller’s point of view — and
The men I meet always want someone I’m not. Naturally, I think the one I’m meeting tonight will be different. I’ve never seen him before; we’ve only talked over the phone. He runs a voice mapping
Do not open your story by talking about the weather. Do not exceed the posted speed limits. Do not accept packages from strangers. Do not make any sudden movements. Do not interfere in an ongoing
FORECAST
Little Thomas and I are out in the yard, ripping up dead saplings by the roots so the wind won’t. Last week a gust sent a dry limb through the kitchen window. It took thirty minutes to
Headline: DON’T SAY MOVIE UNLESS YOU MEAN IT
Profile: Sometimes people invite me to watch a movie when what they really want is sex. This bothers me when the movie is one I actually want to
Stewart O'Nan,
Author of Emily, Alone, Last Night at the Lobster, and Faithful: Two Diehard Boston Red Sox Fans Chronicle the Historic 2004 Season (with Stephen
America’s Game: It is the place where memory gathers.
– Walt Whitman
1.
My mother, Brooklyn-born and raised, used to tell me that if the Dodgers had been in the World Series in 1943,