by Jennifer Spiegel Tribal tattoo on the small of Zachary’s back. I trace my index finger over its gray edges. Tracing it, claiming it. He sprawls out on our bed, face down, nearly naked. Boxers half-off, arms outstretched. ‘My world is crashing down on...
by Gabriella Herkert I’m a lawyer. For those of you who don’t know many lawyers, that pretty much means I get paid by the word. Every multi-syllabic euphemism I can inject into an otherwise casual conversation is directly proportional to the lakeside...
by Jennifer Spiegel nipples beads mealie pap The television is on and there are reports of war. Zaire will be the Congo by the time I leave South Africa. Everyone sits around, drinking coffee, reading books, playing cards, rolling joints, writing memoirs. Everyone in...
by Gabriella Herkert My the world has changed. We’ve gone to war. Dot.com has gone bust. As each of our political or cultural icons has fallen in the path of bankruptcy, scandal or SEC investigation I couldn’t help thinking about the moment of innocence...
by Julie Danho The Allman Brothers wailed endlessly about “Elizabeth.” I was half asleep when a man, weaving through the maze of blankets, stumbled over my legs. He raised his hands in apology. I stood up to try and catch sight of my mother, who had...
