Tag: Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus

January in December

By Matthew Derby, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

Church was bunk. Scarves were bunk. The cold was bunk. Robert Fancer’s grandfather, the man he was wheeling back from afternoon service in a crappy chair, was massively bunk.

The Peephole

By Joe Wenderoth, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

We are all of us spectators—and this must be asserted in the face of the many naive traditions insisting that a portion of us are of a lesser sort, and can or should not truly bear witness to Agony and all that precedes it.

Christiana

By April Wilder, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

In the end Julia agreed to three days in Denmark.

Bob Alfresco

By Douglas Elsass, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

Bob was inside. He wanted alfresco.

Regards from Mozambique

By Dyannah Byington, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

Gordon was the only person she knew, other than her parents, who paid to have a paper delivered to his door each morning. He followed gubernatorial campaigns in states he did not live in and had never lived in.

Vacation

By Deb Olin Unferth, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

in superficial ways—the size of the chimney or placement of the porch—or in meeker assertions, a mailbox that looked like a reindeer, a soggy doll fastened to a swing. Evidence of thoughtless, pleasureless lives.

She Is, Because

By Rozalia Jovanovic, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
October 2008

She was walking with the short man. Though only yesterday she had been with the tall man. Or she was walking behind the short man, down the street, wondering did she really want to do this and if not why would she be doing it?