Short Story | JOYLAND

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Jeff Waxman -

They stand in doorways and in corners, leaning against walls in practiced poses of authoritative nonchalance. Their hands are crossed at the wrist behind...

Buttermilk

Nick McArthur -

There were three young men living in the upstairs apartment and all of them belonged in hell. There was an invitation that Mr. Bloomer...

Brighton, Where Are You?

Matthew Rader -

Brighton, where are you? Palmer. It had been etched into the back of the stall door with some kind of corrosive and then, in...

For W.W.

Sean Dixon -

Have you ever had that thing happen where you go to sleep in a bed and you’re asleep for awhile and then you wake...

Trilobite and Isle of Wight

Ed Park -

Arrivals People were laughing, afterwards. They laughed during, too, before anyone knew what was going on or what might happen. The thing to do upon...

Walking Bird

Lydia Millet -

One of the birds was lame, struggling gamely along the perimeter of the fence. The bird was large, a soft color of blue, and...

Either/Or

Allison Carter -

from Ways For Going Or For Making Go In the morning an alarm sounded. Barely audible through the walls of the barn, it held at...

New Norwegian (Parts 1 & 2)

Harold Abramowitz -

Part 1: A Rapacious Bird, and or A Life Filled With A Snake Were glad enough to get their supper...

The Malibu

Zinzi Clemmons -

I am in the back seat of my uncle’s BMW in Constantia Kloof, a wealthy enclave in the hills to the west of Johannesburg....

16 Years Gone

Neal Giannone -

At the whim of weather I feel like Seattle. Without heroin I can feel the hours. I can feel every molecule of space when...