Morton Vickery needed a friend. Not a wifely friend, he had one of those, nor a soft-handed friend for discussing the market, there were columns of those in his accountancy firm. What Morton dreamed of, as he stared in the mirror and pressed palms together to make his...
“Girl, you look beat.” Abraham’s freckled hands paused their whittling, and his ice-colored eyes slow-danced over me. “Where you been?” “Doing my job.” He pointed his knife at my boots. “And sidetracking into sand country.” He sniffed the air. Bastard can pull...
Melanie J. Cordova reviews Come By Here by Tom Noyes. Come By Here Author: Tom Noyes Autumn House Press, 2014 ISBN: 1932870938 $13.66 Author Tom Noyes’ collection Come By Here is a demonstration of how setting ought to be treated in fiction: as a means to...
Sarah Beaufort was a city girl. She knew the tremors of gutter trash, the promise of dust and debris rising in the slightest wind, what was surely heading down the road to her… and the whole lot coming for her single-parent mother, Abbie. And Abbie, bereft at times,...
We met Sachin Srivat while touring Goa. He approached us during intermission of a reading by the Portuguese-language author Victor Appadoo in Margao, offering to buy Elise a second Pinot. Only then did he learn that I was Hugo Garcia Mohr. Elise accepted his offer,...
Jason steps back, across the off-white kitchen tiles, his mouth slightly open and his eyes darting to the floor and the cabinets around him. “Naw, man,” he mumbles, then takes a swig of his Pabst and walks out of the room. I blink at the sudden crispness of everything...
