Fiction
… planets, meteors, water, dirt, cells, fish, plants, animals, men, women, babies, laughter, song, dance, fire, war, … trains, cars, telephone, television, airplane, rocket, computer, cell tower, satellite—vast wireless hum wrapped … my feet. Sometimes, instead of hands, I substitute the bodies of muscular angels: male, positioned at the four …
In Matera In Matera, where the darkness rose from the sockets of caves under the city, like a town in Pennsylvania where the coal fires burn miles down, year after year, unquenchable, I dreamed again of you, so seldom in all this time, and not even you, …
… bulged with their winter clothes. “She must think we’ve come for weeks.” Tom shook his head. “She knows how long … reading Anthony Sampson’s Anatomy of Britain . At meals he would give little summaries of what he had read. But … in all these months in London, not even when Kennedy died. She felt vaguely ashamed and vowed to talk to Phil …
… I felt positively banished as a teacher. I recall with uncomfortable vividness the physical surroundings of my first … all the players had done wrong, it was said, was to shave points, in gamblers’ jargon; they didn’t deliberately throw … any sane justification. Others have taught classical or medieval rhetoric to semiliterate, captive freshmen. The …
… other’s nerves, old women developed strange habits, men committed suicide when they lost their money or their minds, … in the early twenties when, as soon as their parents died, the then-young reacted to the dark damask walls of the … because they were at the end of their rope. The admiral died eight years ago. Mrs. Webster thought she ought to go …
Editor's Desk
… might find many readers. The stories themselves, even the comic ones, are filled with a similar intensity of feeling: … Reading through this issue, again and again, I kept coming back to a poem that speaks to ways of paying … Heart” seems to capture not only the current zeitgeist but also the peculiar talent that all the storytellers in this …