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I live beneath the floorboards, deep within the cellar shrouded in darkness, curled up into a corner, sobbing into my hands. I do not dare to step outside. Beyond the cellar door is a twisting symphony of broken glass, hurling … Continue reading →

A show of hands. Who wants to order a copy? It’s a great issue with pages by ANNE CARSON, RUSSELL PERSSON, GORDON LISH, JOE WENDEROTH, KATE WYER, PETER MARKUS, JACK GILBERT, DAVID HOLLANDER, ROBERT LOPEZ, JASON SCHWARTZ, BRIAN EVENSON, AMIN … Continue reading →

Before the sun had come around the top of where we could see a fire in the south over the planets, there, already, they had him by the hair.  Had the Dealer in the middle of where he had been … Continue reading →

The following pages by Melinda Davis originally appeared in The Quarterly, Vol. 14, edited by Gordon Lish.     It was by brick he died, they decided–what else?–a young bridegroom, married only the seven nights of the sheva brachos, not … Continue reading →

  Why are you alive? they ask me. It’s not the first time these two have been in here at that table almost in the street window there as you see. They march in and sit, light up, you bring them … Continue reading →

      I Walk with me. Walk with me through this. Through all of this. I want you to know. I want you to know everything. I want you to know everything I know. Listen. Please listen. Please pay … Continue reading →

  Mittersill So as not to muck the sleep of his grandchildren he went to the front porch to use his cigar outside and stood there as such in night, the new quiet still unsure to settle, low dust in … Continue reading →

Let’s not futz around.  I’m old, a Jew, a man who, but for the fates in charge of the trivialities, might have been Ryder’s father.  Well, for all that, I am Ryder’s father or, anyhow, a father of Ryder and … Continue reading →