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SIGNS ALONG THE ROAD by Jennifer Holden Ward

SIGNS ALONG THE ROAD by Jennifer Holden Ward

My plane touched down late. I’d spent most of the flight scouring Lonely Planet, searching for Hostel Bekai in Costa Rica where I was to meet Nick, a pierced, truck-driving Englishman I’d met backpacking in Australia in 1999.  We’d traveled together briefly Down Under, mostly short jaunts to scenic places or bus trips to the […]

DISSONANCE by Dario DiBattista

DISSONANCE by Dario DiBattista

The bassist finds the pulse of the music and manages it like a pacemaker. I’ve seen him before—it seems his innate ability to stoke the groove and own it has made him a staple in whatever music scene exists in this Connecticut college town. The drummer is crisp and poppy in his performance. With his […]


Finding Fiction out of Fact: I do not remember where I read the line (or who said it though doubtless it was a smart writer of one kind or another) but apparently someone figured out you should be able to make an Odyssey out of your daily newspaper. True enough, I think, only I would […]

PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN by Brandi Dawn Henderson

PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN by Brandi Dawn Henderson

While having dinner with my friend Rebecca last night at an outdoor cafe, I came to this conclusion: I do not have to be kind to the foot fetish man. This is perhaps, to most people, obvious. I, on the other hand, am more idealistic than most. I have a lotus tattooed on my right […]


A poem always begins for me with an image, often something I’ve seen or come across that at first seems unremarkable and ordinary but that stays with me, lodged somewhere between consciousness and the world of dreams, until I find myself using it as the cornerstone of a poem. I had seen the box in […]


For the past eight or so years, my poetic (and non-poetic) life has been consumed by the story of Warren, the mill town that once occupied land now covered by Loch Raven Reservoir, the primary source of Baltimore’s municipal water supply. I didn’t choose this subject so much as it chose me: when my grandmother […]


This story is exactly 75% true. Even though I’m mostly known for nonfiction and all its “constraints,” I don’t honestly think there’s a very big difference between fiction and nonfiction. In both forms, I think the main character is always the narrator (or who they want to be) and authors are always just writing about […]


Sometime in 2009 I started writing my semi-autobiographical novel, Drinking Closer to Home. I had a vague idea what would happen and what the conflict would be—in general it would follow the lives of myself and my siblings and parents through the crazy  ’70s,’80s, and ’90s. The story was to take place mostly in Southern […]


When I was growing up, my dad was a truck driver. He’d be on the road for a week at a time and when he arrived home, he’d sink into the couch and tell my mom all about what had happened on the road. Later on in the day, one of his friends might stop […]


If I can recall an incident, or two, I can build a story around it.  Arnie and the guys are part of a period, a semi-quiet time between World War II and the Korean Conflict, as it was called. Young men in their late teens or early twenties, most sons of immigrants, although you wouldn’t […]