Issue 9 / Spring 2017 Read Part 1 in February’s Issue When our front door came alive one night with an explosion of knuckle knocking, it moved me from one level of exploration to the next. It was January of 1964 and every radio station in the city seemed to be...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 W hat a nuisance, to wake up with a song already repeating in your head. The earworms I’m especially prone to are those infantilizing jingles with all their half-assed folk whistling and dreadful ukuleles. Like serenading simpletons, they...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 “Y ’all are hungry,” Mama said, no question in her downcast whispery voice. “I’ll be back quick.” There was something definite behind the distraction in Mama’s careless hair, and in her careless face, and in the blue-veined hands...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 T he message gathered itself and shaped its form before traveling from fingertips to device to satellite to device sub prime, bouncing from Earth to space to Earth again. “Did you know that meteorites are for sale?” my sister asked,...
??? I hear a strange clicking sound, look down the semi-dark corridor, and see a shadowy figure near the second of the two cells. A man is holding what looks like an old coffee can in his left hand. When he withdraws his right hand from the can, I see that it’s...
??? Avenged Sevenfold It’s not my kind of music, not anymore. But it fit the harsh, ringing time of my life when all I wanted was something loud enough to drown out my own mind. It fit the boy who slouched against a wall, his legs long and spread out as if to...
