The ninth year of Margarita Yurevna Platnikova’s life was the year that the village of the Lungs finally got its prized silver icon back. It was also the year that she was sunburned four days in a row and once in the dark. That year, from November to October, it...
Here are the 2013 Literary Awards Program finalists in the Fiction category. Judging should be complete in early October, selecting a grand prize-winner and two runner ups. For Fiction and for nonfiction, I’ll have a shortlist of 10 finalists in the next couple...
“Nigger trumps faggot,” Andre told Frankie, spitting blood with the words, a twist of handkerchief stuffed into his left nostril, a line of red between the white cloth and the brown of Andre’s nose. They sat with their backs to the graveyard wall, looking out at the...
Quarter is in the house, in the wider sense of the word that includes the S-2 bus, so I don’t have to check my watch or scam off of someone else’s before going back to my book on why the Anasazi disappeared. I know what time it is: between eight forty-nine and eight...
Grandfather served in World War II on the islands of Okinawa, and was damn proud of it. He talked on-and-on about “those rascally slants” and “those French faggots” and how they owed their very existence to the pride and endurance of the Great Country. Grandfather...
