Issue 148

Summer & Fall 2015

Image from Pattern for Survival

Fiction Sara Nović Fiction Sara Nović

Of What Remains

In the end, we vote to keep the body in the living room. It is a matter of logistics: we cannot bury him because the soldiers are outside and they are digging up graves for sport; he cannot be cremated because Sharia forbids us to take fire to Allah’s creation.

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Fiction Elizabeth Evitts Dickinson Fiction Elizabeth Evitts Dickinson

The Last Bullet

Moving Off
The Huntsman delivers two quick notes on his horn releasing the hounds to pursue their quarry.

The Trouble began when Millicent Virginia Dunville failed to post for the 117th Annual Ladies’ Auxiliary Hunt Cup Tea.

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Fiction Hannah Pittard Fiction Hannah Pittard

Antiquing

Last week Neil called to invite us for a weekend at his new cabin. Danny was out when the phone rang, but we both like a good road trip and so I agreed on the spot.

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Fiction Dan Sheehan Fiction Dan Sheehan

The Brawl

“By Christ, it’s all kicking off now, boy!”

A dozen pint-sized Dubs whoop and whistle through gaps in their teeth. Their lookout sounds the cry, and he’s gyrating down the lamppost, straddling the thing like he belongs up the road, in Angels, the house of ill-repute like.

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Fiction Cai Emmons Fiction Cai Emmons

Vanishing

Betsy Wainwright’s brain was shrinking. Had shrunk. There was no certain diagnosis, only an objectively shrinking brain, measurably smaller in circumference this year than last. Come and celebrate her fifty-first, Betsy’s husband Dan had said to Marty over the phone, at once jaunty and begging.

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Fiction Michael Anania Fiction Michael Anania

Mysteries of Women

It was late, and Mercale was drowsing through the conversation. Mexico. They were talking about Mexico, the western mountains, steep roads, isolated tribes of Indians. Richard slept in his truck, he said, the whole way.

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Nonfiction Meena Alexander Nonfiction Meena Alexander

Song of the Black Hen

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I was born by the river Ganga, in the northern city of Allahabad where two rivers meet. I was born in winter, a year after mid-century, four years after Indian independence.

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