Shopping at Marshall Fields

Jay Nebel Stranded among the white pine and heartbreak of University Avenue in May, my wife leaves to search for a blouse. My chair surrounded by young bodies, twenty-year-old whips who will later slip out of the mall in their brand new cars and vanish into the isthmus, into houses lit in winter snow. They… More

Unforgiving

Ree Davis The hospital is getting smaller in the car’s rear window, as if I have the power to shrink its sprawling brick monolith and close off its merciless little rooms. Doves huddle around the empty cupola. Deserter, they say. Tall windows yawn open like mouths echoing the birds. Deserter. My daughter’s Cadillac is a… More

Writer’s Brock – Wet World 1

I have often found myself wishing my life were dramatic enough to make a great narrative. Moments in it were that way, but only to the extent that they offered material for a self-indulgent, episodic piece or two. Until recently, there had been no great adventure to my tale that could hold the threads together long… More