I looked out the window and watched row after row of grape trellises flash past. It had been like this for over an hour and I decided that Germany must be nothing but forest and vineyards. I looked across the aisle and saw the Rhine slide past the other row of windows...
Strong was a lot of things. He fought Golden Gloves in high school, and tried to get Teale to fight, but Teale didn’t like getting the shit kicked out of him by some skinny black kid at the Salvation Army gym in downtown Kansas City. He also hated sparring with...
The road is long and vanishes into a horizon without end. The land is covered with frozen snow as far as you can see. You don’t know how long you’ve been trudging along, just that it has been a long time, and you can’t imagine the end of the journey, because you...
Sheila Lamb: Your short story collection, Nights I Dreamed of Hubert Humphrey , published by Outpost 19, was a finalist for the 2013 Literary Awards Program. What made you decide to enter SFWP’s Literary Awards Program? Daniel Mueller: For better or worse,...
One morning after I’d gotten to my tree branch, Flaaten pulled out through the neck of his black Grand Funk Railroad t-shirt a hamburger bun bag containing a bowel movement suspended in urine. He’d tied off the bag with an electric guitar string and carried it snugly...
