Story: James Claffey


Treachery Mam traces patterns in the flour she sifts for baking bread on Mondays: intricate floral spirals, finger dancers on cold snow. I play at her feet on the floor, the cloud of powder spilling on my head. By the time it is bedtime I wear a suit of white. Mam strips me off in … Continue reading

Haiku: Carrie Lopez


Creep forth my dear Spring Season Come quickly with life Rejuvenate the whole world Carrie Lopez resides with her husband and four young children in Raymond, NH. Wearing many hats–wife, mother, nurse–college student was recently added to the list. Having loved the art of writing since a creative writing course taken at the age of … Continue reading

Poem: Valentina Cano


Internal Mechanisms There’s a book flapping in my head. Its pages are a whisper of wings, a pigeon cooing on an attic window, a grackle and its midnight voice a triumph of violence. The book flips open at random, allowing me peeks of scenery, all cardboard and cables, all costumed couples and wings covered in … Continue reading

(Archive) In Place: William Giraldi’s Busy Monsters


To allow our staff the time to relax during this holiday weekend, we dipped into the In Place archive to share our very first episode with you. William Giraldi has been on our radar since we discovered the excellent essays he’s written for The Believer and others. When Busy Monsters (W.W. Norton) dropped late last … Continue reading

(Archive) Excerpt: Joseph Riippi


To allow our staff the opportunity to enjoy this holiday weekend, we offer you the very first excerpt we ever featured. From A Cloth House The First Time We Were Alone in a Room Together Mother left me in your room and said, Watch the baby. She did not use your name and I called … Continue reading

Story: Jason Mullin


Variations on Ed Benci Goat Mr. President read The Pet Goat to a classroom of kindergartners who spread before him like a debris field of children, bony knees and elbows like twisted rebar. After a time, Ed Benci leaned into Mr. President and whispered in his ear, “This is the wrong book, sir.” But Mr. … Continue reading

Haiku: Twister Marquiss


Lusty vitriol thunderously consuming progressive-tense drift. ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Twister Marquiss lives in Wyoming on a buffalo ranch originally homesteaded by his great-grandfather. He earned an MFA from Texas State, and his fiction and photography have appeared in Narrative Magazine, San Pedro River Review, Callaloo, and elsewhere. He is currently working on a novel.

Poem: Allison Grayhurst


No Hope—For Good Understand, I was pleading like Job under the wire for the arrival of hope. But now I see that hope is murder to the seed of this emerging beginning. It is not a butterfly shred in a child’s hands but the cause of dark inertia, giving despair a little more fuel to … Continue reading

In Place: Chris Sumner’s “You Can Close an Art School”


Chris Sumner is a fiction writer and co-creator and blogger of the comedy website. He recently received his MFA from the University of New Hampshire and has published work in Compass Rose. What marks Sumner’s work are his characters–he tells stories of outsiders who are looking in on a life that eludes them, looking … Continue reading

Excerpt: Andrea Potos


From We Lit the Lamps Ourselves To Emily Bronte Eleven years old and sunk in the red velveteen chair at the Fox Bay Theater, I absorbed the raw sculpture of Penistone Crag, bracken and gorse, the peat blanketing the Yorkshire moors. Heathcliff with his sea-green eyes, black cape swirled around him, how tall and alarmingly … Continue reading


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