…Haditha we cleared homes Fallujah-style • my father was reading the Koran when they shot him through the chest • they fired into the closet • the kitchen • the ninety-year-old standing over the stove • just where was I • uno a uno tu cara en todos los buses urbanos • Here lie the mortal remains of one who… [Read More]
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The Girl Who Fell Through the Ice
…guilty of any wrongdoing…I would like my death to be a sign of protest.” — This morning I spend hours reading anonymous suicide notes I find on the Internet. I stop when I cannot read anymore. I return the next day, and the next, until there are no more notes to read. A week passes and I start again from… [Read More]
Childhood in America – Vol. XIX (2005)
…Koestenbaum, Sleeping in Movies Maxine Kumin, The Corset Shop Laurence Lieberman, Wing Bones of the Child Drummer C.P. Mangel, Providence Dionisio D. Martinez, Cradle Song / One Afternoon Mark McCarthy, The Window / And There Was Crying / Court Street Joan Murray, Treat Shack Linda Pastan, Reading Poetry to Children at Crownpoint Michael Pettit, Birthday Bunny Lawrence Raab, Nature Camp… [Read More]
Oktoberfest
…“Oh, I suppose so,” she says. “Some days.” With the chili set to simmer and the casserole baking, Coral wanders into the living room to check on the girls. Paula is on the couch, reading one of Irene’s Prevention magazines and listening to her DiscMan. “How to stay slim over the holidays,” she reads aloud, without removing her headphones. “There’s… [Read More]
Plainview Vanishing
…do?” The next morning, the rabbi sent out another mass email and Yuri and Eva deleted it without reading. Their plans for the day were to grocery shop, pick up stamps from the post office, and watch a movie in the comfort of their own home. When the Menkens opened their front door, a dozen deer were on their… [Read More]
December, 1993
…any linger. I peer at the row of friends’ trucks in the lot. He’s faceless. Maybe he’s the kind of guy with tattoos and work boots, the kind of guy from here. Maybe he wears a letter jacket and jeans. Maybe he favors metal t-shirts and Doc Martens. Maybe plaid button downs and reading glasses. Maybe he has blue eyes… [Read More]
A Letter from My Father’s First Wife to the U.S. Submarine Minneapolis-St. Paul
…I would get up and find it there, warm and intact and needy. Reading it made me wonder about my father. But I know the answer to the one question I think is most important. My mother was pregnant with Finn by that spring, and she and my father were married within the year. Whether Mere had known it or… [Read More]
Manchego
…I’d be gone, too. Or she would. Or both of us. Donelle came to us after my real mother left when I was eight. My mother and I were washing the wheels with cheese cloth mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve, spreading out the mold, working separately on either side of the room, moving toward the center, hidden from each other by… [Read More]
q+1 Issue: Deerheart
…lobbed it back at Alicia’s head. We went back and forth, trying to give each other paper cuts or maybe concussions. I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM. YOU DO. what’s that supposed to mean??? DO YOU EVER GET TIRED OF ASKING ME QUESTIONS. bitch. After reading that one Alicia slammed her hands down on the desk. I looked her in the… [Read More]
Ambitious and Unrelenting
…color. As one of the marks of excellence in a work of art is the quality of conversation it will generate, the conversations to be generated by The Loneliest Band in France are the worthwhile payoff of reading this novella. The Loneliest Band in France | Dylan Fisher Texas Review Press, 2020 | 70 pages Click here to purchase … [Read More]
A Note on This Issue
…red bird, sunsets, deer, a magic shop, a matinee, a wayward crush, a summer party, group therapy, brotherly love, a college boyfriend, Camelot. In a season when things are “coming loose,” these works connect us to curiosity, empathy, memory, imagination, and new ways of seeing what’s around us. We wish you good health and good reading, from the Witness team…. [Read More]
Long Hard Day
…dresser: a pair of eyeglasses and a pair of sunglasses both with the same preppy, tortoise-shell frame, a crocheted blue and white yarmulke, colored pencils, bank cards, pins with political slogans about AIDS, an AA chip. I keep reading and thinking and sorting. As I lift each item, I imagine Danny holding it in his hands. A faded page appears… [Read More]
