Marking Time: New Orleans

by Adam R. Burnett

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Driving into the French Quarter I immediately feel the warmth of the narrow, hugging streets and the invitation to arrive in this city feels honest.

The Belly Tract #1

reviewed by Ryan Gleason

Originally published on February 1, 2012

This is my new column. It resembles the inside of my belly.

War Story # 43: Search for Kidnap Victims, Radwaniyah, Iraq

by Paul David Adkins

Originally published on February 1, 2012

The Soldiers found rocks and a sleeping man chained to engine blocks.   He’ll run off, the uncle sighed. What would you suggest?   He used to swear, piss in the house, growl at the guests.   He’s slipped off ropes, smashed bedrooms where he slept. We built a hut, collared his neck . . [...]

The Sound of Carcasses Dropping

by Cory Latarski

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Harry threw a nearly bare hind leg in the trash. Stan threw a leg in as well.

The Unigirl

by Leah Griesmann

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Hannah was the name that I chose for myself. It was feminine but solid, not slutty.

Run Through the Jungle

by Ben Smith

Originally published on February 1, 2012

My father bought hundred dollar gym shoes sometimes two or three pairs at once. When dirty, he threw them in the washer then baked them in the dryer they bubbled, hardened, and cracked. He might throw one of his new shoes to the teething Labrador or wedge his feet into them and go for a [...]

Out of the Blue

by Derek Alger

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Through the rear view mirror my mother spotted a state police car behind her, but thought nothing of it, since so many cars were speeding past her in the left lane. Then the red light went on and the police car moved up right behind my mother’s van.

Mental Health

by Peter Clarke

Originally published on February 1, 2012

One day an eighteen-year-old girl slept in past noon.

Esau

by Jonathan Dick

Originally published on February 1, 2012

My older brother – Well. There’s not much to say save The saying that says it enough To be said that he walked Hopping his madness   Like a one-armed scissor Cutting the dull from the ground Planting it in our faces To be grown like the listeners We’d been in his footsteps When the [...]

Sue William Silverman

interviewed by Derek Alger

Originally published on February 1, 2012

Sue William Silverman is the author of two acclaimed memoirs, as well as a poetry collection, Hieroglyphics in Neon and Fearless Confessions: A Writer’s Guide to Memoir. Her memoir, Because I Remember Terror, Father, I Remember You is a painful, excruciating account of years of sexual abuse as a child, which won the AWP (Association of Writers and Writing Programs) Award Series in Creative Nonfiction in 1995.