Issue 12 / Winter 2018 “You said the medicine was ‘injectable,’” I said. “That means that it’s able to be injected. So you don’t have to inject it, right?” It was my third appointment with the neurologist, and I was battling her over proper administration...
How the moon feels and the balance of writing By Monica Prince Essayist Randon Billings Noble is featured as one of the outstanding contributors in the inaugural issue of the SFWP Annual, a new release from the Santa Fe Writers Project whose debut on October 1,...
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,...
