Tag: Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
JamesonBy Dave Englander, Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
July 2007 Jameson stayed silent for the rest of the ride, but secretly brooded over the fact that Rickter didn’t think he smiled enough. He smiled. That was something he did.
WarmishBy Alex Waxman, Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
What we heard wasn't wisdom. Friends made suggestions, dumb things. I didn’t hear them or listen. I snoozed on painkillers, lay on linen.
F=maBy Rebecca Schiff, Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
July 2007 The boy who knew the answers was very short, almost as short as me, a short girl. He had to shave every day early though—he was that kind of short. I’m the other kind, the kind that had to shave late. I did everything late. I’m still waiting for a lot of things to happen to me.
Coaches’ Night OutBy Jeff Bender, Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
July 2007 And there we were—the three of us—me and Regan on either side, the ugly girl in the middle, bobbing up and down with the music, her hips buried in Regan’s crotch, her hands on my shoulders. I spread my arms out like an eagle.
AideBy Vivien Drabkin, Guest-Edited by Sam Lipsyte
July 2007 Heartburn raced up her throat. Janet’s stomach bloated out in response. She felt her chest open and prepared to become a tunnel of God.