PRISCILLA, LET’S DANCE by Michael Lee Johnson
I Age
Arthritis and aging make it hard,I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walkslow, bent forward, fear threats,falls, fear denouement─I turn pages, my family albumsbecome a task.But I can still bake and shake,sugar cookies,...
POINT BRAKE by Tara Layne
Alarms ending in seven were just one of the latest products of my sporadic self-diagnosed OCD. My phone began beeping at 5:37 am. The bottle of Trader Joe’s Two-Buck Chuck I’d downed the night...
A MOST DISCONCERTING TITLE by Eric Green
A Most Disconcerting Title
By a vote of 5-4 in favor, the editorial team at Jackhammer Publishers agreed to move ahead on the manuscript that for months, years, eternity, languished sight unseen, unread, and...
WEDDING DRESSES by Steven McBrearty
I was hanging out at the law offices downtown in San Antonio that Saturday morning in September, working ostensibly, but actually just drinking free coffee and flirting with the receptionist, Rhonda. I wasn’t expecting...
DRIPPING by Noee Spiegel
Dripping
I stare right through the glassRight through it’s layers of transparence and it’s nuance of azureLips ever so plump, filled to the brim with senseless idiomsA glass so full it’s contents drip over it’s...
THE FOUR OF US LOST THE STREET by Hellen Albuquerque
Nós quatro perdemos a rua
Por Hellen Albuquerque
Quando eu tinha 11 anos, me mudei de escola. Novo uniforme, agora azul escuro com listras amarelas laterais que me faziam parecer parte oficial dos Correios. Novos nomes...
THE BULL SESSION by Fran Schumer
When the girls decided to have a "bull" session, they really didn't know what it was. They assumed it was where you sat in a circle, and everyone frankly shared her view of the...
AROUND THE BEND by Peter A. Witt
She’s Gone
She left me when the sun’s warmthwas just peeking through my window,when the first cardinal could hold inhis daybreak song no more, when the smellof dark roast wafted up the stairwell,invading my lonely...
THE HANDMAID POEMS by Juned Subhan
The Handmaid I
for Margaret Atwood
Behind my veil, it’s the gush of flowers Inoticed first in The Wife’s domed greenhouse:deep-red tulips yawning open like
the famished, orchid mouths of children. In
her night-blue satin gown, honey-blonde curls...
An Interview with Thomas Richards, author of Mrs. Sinden (Global Collective Publishers, 2023)
An Interview with Thomas Richards, author of Mrs. Sinden (Global Collective Publishers, 2023)
1- In the late 1990s, you were awarded the prestigious Guggenheim fellowship. How did that help shape your writing career?
In my observation,...