Lifting a Cow
By Fiction Issue 112
He took me fishing as a teen, lecturing me about boys, the proper way to chase them, and the proper way to leave if they needed leaving.
Read MoreOne Corner Floated
By Fiction Issue 112
It’s a basement full of cobwebs. Mice and dust and boxes. One is filled with letters in his language, and another night, before he got on a plane to identify the body of his father, he told her of those letters.
Read MoreWobbly
By Fiction Issue 112
It’s almost summer, and soon she will go to the fields with her father and her sister, catching the bales as the baler spits them, and she will lift and stack them.
Read MoreMoth and Rust
By Fiction Issue 112
The Lord does not punish with wrath but with mercy.
Read MoreLoud Lake
By Fiction Issue 29
IT WAS AGAINST CAMP RULES to be out on the water before breakfast, but Pete guessed that his father would be secretly proud of him, and probably relieved too. In the east the sky was turning white, and the last stars were disappearing over the opposite shore. The sun would rise in half an hour,…
Read MoreSmall
By Fiction Issue 111
After Don dried his eyes again, he felt one last burst of laughter, then calm. His mother and Viv felt it, too. Their faces relaxed. Finally, trouble left them and there was more to see.
Read MoreLike Jesus in a Dead Man’s Float
By Fiction Issue 111
He plunged into more and different living beings beneath the river’s surface, also uncaring. Almost-blind fishes swimming between reeds, above rusted cans and keys and teeth and bones.
Read MoreThe Abstractionist
By Fiction Issue 111
Diego always called me mija, daughter, instead of Lisa. Once he called me by his ex-wife’s name, and ever since, he always called me mija. I thought he might have forgotten my name altogether, but he had his pride, and I took care not to embarrass him.
Read MoreThe Day of Big Trouble
By Fiction Visual Art Issue 110
How a thing looked was important. Not just Is it useful, but Is it nice to look at. Trees made fruit, and fruit is useful, he’d said to Zeke. But before fruit comes flowers, and there’s not a thing to be done with them but look.
Read MoreThe Wall
By Fiction Issue 110
Wasim’s was the only part of the family cut off when the wall was erected, the rest residing on the other side near the Israeli settlement of Gilo. From their family balcony, Gilo can be seen—ten thousand red-roofed pillars by night, one colossal cloud by day.
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