Attraction
For the ball, it’s the glove. For a woodpecker, my house’s siding. For Augusten Burroughs, its’...
Read MorePosted by Joseph Gross | May 7, 2013 | Editorials / Op-eds
For the ball, it’s the glove. For a woodpecker, my house’s siding. For Augusten Burroughs, its’...
Read MorePosted by Jonathan Callies | May 7, 2013 | Poetry
We used to sing. Our voices Shrill, yet tender, Under the roof Of Saint Paul’s. Here I held your...
Read MorePosted by Patricia Petelin | May 7, 2013 | Flash Fiction
The performance artist is dying. He arrives at the speaking engagement with the help of a care...
Read MorePosted by Jerry Gabriel | May 7, 2013 | Flash Fiction
Mrs. Noi had turned down a number of advances. Probably dozens. I’d repeatedly touched her hand...
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