by w.a. smith Charley Johnson stood at the living room window, motionless except for his wide-open eyes, watching the yard outside. Hurricane Annie was on the way, and he didn’t plan on missing anything. The grass was a strange brooding blue under the fat gray...
by ryan sparks Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence. ‘Alice Walker Franklin Street Noise’What is it? Where is it? Who’s making all this racket? I’m driving down Western Blvd. in Raleigh, but at an ethereal intersection I...
by Gabriella Herkert The world has been a pretty confusing place in the last year. Wars and recession. Weapons of mass destruction and SARS. Pretty much everything after the World Trade Towers fell has seemed big and dark and scary. Now it’s time to elect a...
by Robert Levin I was, I suppose you could say, in a prepartum depression. It started when my wife, Connie, decided it was time to have a baby. I was thirty-one and she was twenty-eight, a circumstance which, I reminded her in my argument against the idea, was no...
by Jennifer Spiegelwords words words books There’s something about the bar that reminds me of Texas. We arrive in Graskop, a quaint town in the Eastern Transvaal. Little shops and a place to get pancakes are the main attractions. We look at art galleries during...
