Issue 14 / Summer 2018 Caleb’s kitchen table is covered in penises. There must be hundreds of them. Some are inked in red, some in blue, some are carved. A few notable specimens are bordered with glitter. They are almost all flaccid and uncircumcised—so...
Issue 14 / Summer 2018 Heather Lawrence lives alone in a townhouse on Long Island. Her husband died when the towers came down. Her only son Paul was a boy then, but now he is eighteen and enlisted in the Marines. Now he is in Afghanistan somewhere, searching...
“He Too”: What Happens in the Arts When the Innovators Fall? My “Me Too” statement, which debuted on social media at the height of last year’s clamor over the various high-profile men accused of abusing women, was this: “Me too, more times than I...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 Morgan Mayfield was, by and large, a contented man. That was why, when the brochure came in the mail, he threw the glossy envelope unopened into the large cane wastebasket that sat under the table in the hall. The second time it arrived,...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 I believe Misha may be dying. It is hard to tell. He weaves like a drunken sailor, hind feet slithering out from under him on the wood floor. He’d lost a third of his body weight when he went into the hospital two weeks ago; now that he’s...
“How do you say that word?”: Choreopoems and Doing It for the Culture By Monica Prince The summer after I graduated high school, my sister called. “I need you to write something down, then go to the bookstore tomorrow and buy it,” she said. “Why?”...
