Tag: Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
January in DecemberBy Matthew Derby, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
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 PeepholeBy Joe Wenderoth, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
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.
ChristianaBy April Wilder, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
In the end Julia agreed to three days in Denmark.
Bob AlfrescoBy Douglas Elsass, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
Bob was inside. He wanted alfresco.
Regards from MozambiqueBy 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.
VacationBy Deb Olin Unferth, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
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, BecauseBy Rozalia Jovanovic, Guest-Edited by Ben Marcus
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?