Issue 16 / Winter 2019 Hands” is excerpted from a fictionalized memoir in the form of a video game player’s guide, a kind of manual instructing you how to play. Like in many games, as in the real world, there are clear choices you must make, but the consequence...
Issue 16 / Winter 2019 This piece is a continuation of Jon Epstein’s essay, “Shoving,” which appeared in Issue 15 of the Quarterly. * It was my first run. Inside me, I’d shoved 70 grams of the raciest Colombian coke three mom-and-pop,...
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 It’s the last day of school and I’m still acting like everything is normal. Benny, five days dead. I walk home from the bus, the sidewalk full of bright leaves and soy sauce wrappers that scatter when I kick them. Benny’s dead and I empty...
Medusa and Me: Twenty-Five Years of Female Rage Written by Mary Valentis and Phill Arensberg For 25 or more years Mary Valentis and her son Phill Arensberg have been carrying on a cross-country conversation, sometimes fiery, about culture, gender, race, rage, and the...
Issue 15 / Fall 2018 My fair skin suffers from excessive sun. I extracted the first crab clinging to my dermis when I was nineteen and the word cancer was uglier than the words fuck, cunt, wanker, or motherfucker. Nobody wanted to tell me the result of the...
Part 4: Peace By Andrew Gifford I have left my day job behind. When I started SFWP, I was working several jobs. Night shifts, weekends, holidays. While everyone else was opening presents on Christmas morning, I was in a warehouse in Landover, MD editing...
