by Jennifer Spiegel mosquito net chocolate Hluhluwe I’m the girl who gets the guy. We fall asleep. His body against mine in a way that suggests an accident in positioning. We arrive at Kruger National Park, the premiere game park in South Africa. The ‘Big...
by W. A. Smith Davy Calhoun slipped the driver’s seat back a notch, folded his hands in his lap and stared at the Brigham’s bright white house across the street. The hedge had grown a foot since he saw it last. How come Molly’s dad hadn’t kept...
by Jennifer Spiegelshag fuck Bourke’s Luck I sit between Nick and Ingrid in a Range Rover. Dylan sits with the Swazi game park ranger in front, the Germans are in back, and we’re in the middle. Jens, a quiet man, is wearing a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and...
by Jennifer SpiegelZachary picks me up from campus to go hiking. Over my office desk, I’ve written the definition of apocalypse: good overcomes evil, often with violence. He stares at it, doesn’t say anything. ‘Did you get food?’ He looks away...
by Jennifer Spiegel moss malaria butterscotch Ndbele I wake to the sound of roosters crowing. Outside, chickens peck the ground’jerking their chicken bodies here and there. I’m under a mothy blanket that makes my hair itch. When I reach for my toiletries,...
