“I can’t do it without getting hard.” “Please try.” “How?” “I don’t know! Think of something that doesn’t make you hard.” “Then what’s the point?” Jackie pulled away from Kyle. She stared at the wall she and her dorm mate had covered floor to ceiling with trophies...
At least one Wednesday a month they drove the thirty-miles south into the valley and Ocotlan de Morelos. It wasn’t that Oaxaca itself didn’t have sprawling open-air, and closed-air, markets; indubitably, there were several, and possibly one for every day of the week....
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 winners of the 2013 SFWP Literary Awards for Nonfiction are: Grand Prize: Annita Sawyer for Smoking Cigarettes, Eating Glass Runner-up: Allen Gee for My Chinese America Runner-up: Mary Quade for Ideal Uncertainties We will be featuring their work and interviewing...
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...
