Early Duet

Ana Božičević Hi drama. It’s nighttime. I’m at the farmhouse expanded to fit my parents, stepparents, dead grandma, brothers, brother’s girl, my girl, our chi and pom, sperm donor friend. And all around werewolves. That’s pretty good Oh hush. When they attacked I knew what to do: I cut off the thickest branch that held… More

Dixie Queen

Scott Hightower Tennessee Williams knew how to mine the kinetics of cruelty. Not the inverted and demure, “I’ll roll over, and let you ravish me, you he-man man, you!” Forget Stella. No. It’s Stanley, the shrieking infantile god, who’s vicious; who’s had enough of just “whistling Dixie;” who finally succumbs to being topped by Stella’s… More

Of a Feather at Las Codornices

Scott Hightower The architect of our party cuts the pringá, is himself a directory of pasos. On the wall behind him, a mirror features a giddy Bavarian floating in a deafening jar of beer. He smiles in the froth. His chin floats; likewise, his feathered green felt hat. “¡Tome su copa con pajarito!” Like being… More

The Ethics of Ambiguity

Howie Good 1 Sometime during the night someone redrew the town line with a length of string and a piece of chalk. There are footprints that might be clues. A detective in an ancient derby sighs and crouches down. Some of the footprints belong to the green gloom of evening, some to ambiguous silence. 2… More

Danielle Evans

The Iowa Writers’ Workshop graduate discusses fiction, race and success. More

Ballads of Suburbia

One of the clarity’s good friends, Mr. Joe Meno (whose work will be appearing in our first print edition), once had a student named Stephanie Kuehnert. Today marks the release of Ms. Kuehnert’s second novel, Ballads of Suburbia. You can visit her website to read the prologue here. The book takes a look at drugs,… More