Issue 139
Winter & Spring 2011
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Welcome to the second issue of TriQuarterly Online. In the months since we launched, we've attracted an enthusiastic audience from around the world, and can boast visitors from over a hundred countries on six continents. In this and every issue you'll find outstanding new fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry, plus book reviews, interviews, commentary, and a lively blog. The electronic format also allows us to present work from TriQuarterly's extensive print archives. We look forward to receiving your comments and responses at triquarterlyonline@northwestern.edu.
Managing Editor: Dana Norris
Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
Technical Advisor: Matt Wood
Copy Editor: Ruth Goring
Graduate Fellow: Ari Bookman
Book Review Editor: Charles Berret
Fiction Editors:Danielle Burhop, Tien (Mimi) Nguyen, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
Nonfiction Editors:Charles Berret, Sarah Hollenbeck, Dana Norris
Poetry Editors: Aaron DeLee, Lana Rakhman
Staff: Emily Ayshford, Alex Bergstrom, Allison Bletnitsky, Alana Buckbee, Jen Companik, Katherine Defliese, Schuyler Dickson, Ann Gadzikowski, Cathy Gao, Barbara Ghoshal, Dane Hamann, Noelle Havens, Tedd Hawks, Beth Herbert, Sarah Jenkins, Sarah Kalsbeek, Jen Lawrence, Kevin McFarland, Erin McNulty, Sambath Meas, Ashley Mohney, Hana Park, C. Russell Price, Vanessa Bates Ramirez, Paula Root, Misty Shelley, Virginia Smith, Leah Struass, Megan Sullivan, Matt Tzuker, Elizabeth Winkowski, Karen Zemanick
The Cardboard Dress
Adelle is my wife and I ache to be with her. I know I’m the man-of-her-dreams because she tells me so in the daytime and because she shows me when it’s night. We get into a car and drive to a restaurant, where we have dinner people with people we mistook as friends.
The Weight of the Internet
Finally the Internet will be populated almost entirely by ghosts. It will be impossible to do anything online, check one’s bank statement, watch a movie, check e-mail, etc., without running into some piece of script still functioning years after its author’s death.
The Off Season
The off season is a kind of war between you and corrosion. You sit in the boardwalk bar and you wait for some kind of revelation and when that doesn’t come you ask the old woman in the tube top at the end of the bar what she’s drinking and she tells you. You’ll have that.
A Dial Tone
I’ve run out of dreams. For the past four nights all that’s been in my head, the entire time I slept, was a dial tone. I tell my friends about this. Everyone congratulates me.
The Bed Frame
My girlfriend has been depressed most of the winter. She claims that this is because our bed frame creaks. In fairness to my girlfriend, creaks is too gentle a word for what this bed frame does.