what company we have when we feel alone!

CRUSOE’S FOOTPRINT by Mary Jo Salter

        At last he lays his head flat upon the ground, close to my foot, and sets my other foot upon his head, as he had done before; and after this made all the signs to me of subjection, servitude, and submission imaginable, to let me know how he would serve me so long as […]

“Something about Nam. I don’t know. Now get back to work.”

EMPATHY LESSON by Richard Peabody

So I had this winter job at a junkyard where I stood around a fire in a barrel and warmed my hands until the boss cussed me out. This was the signal to use my fiber blade saw and trim copper pipe from the ends of scrap car radiators. Two or three of us doing […]

After all, truth is fiction's strange bedfellow.

3QR: FREE TO PASS by Joanne Cavanaugh Simpson

LIBERO IL PASSO: FREE TO STEP OR PASS Consider, for a moment, the concept of the Three Quarter True Story: No censorship for writers. No betrayal for readers. No locked doors with mixed messages. When teaching fiction and nonfiction to university students, I’ve found that the question invariably comes up: What is True? We discuss […]

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THERE IS A SEASON: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE ROCK SONGS by Dave Housley

Theme from S.W.A.T., by Rhythm Heritage. It is my first record, a 45 single bought at Montgomery Ward with allowance money I’d saved over the course of a month. I am eight years old. I am a huge fan of the television show S.W.A.T., which follows a special tactics police unit as they go about […]

After that, “up the brook” would become a kind of code for us.

UP THE BROOK by William Loizeaux (excerpt)

In my novel, The Tumble Inn, Mark Finley looks back to when he and his feisty wife, Fran, unable to conceive a child and bored with their high school teaching jobs, followed Fran’s wild plan and left their friends and families in suburban New Jersey to begin new lives as innkeepers of a ramshackle hotel […]

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PRINCESS DIARY by Jean Roller

FIRST YEAR OF TEACHING. NORMAL DAY. MY CLASSROOM. “OK,” I began. “Look at the sentences on the board. Can anyone see where we might be able to put a semi-colon? Where do we need more than just a comma? Stan, stop talking, please . . .” Lakita looked up from the desk she was tattooing […]

But I cannot shift  the geometry of space.

FIRST WORD IN A TIME OF MOURNING by Elizabeth Hazen

I told myself clouds, but stars confronted me, my cosmic ignorance: speed of light, gravity, the workings of clocks, cell division, fossilization, my skin’s elasticity, and some nights the lunar phase that leaves no moon to find. I carried you in circles, eyes angling for crescent, quarter, halo. You pursed your lips, waited for my […]

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