Wingfield by Tobias Wolff

Wingfield by Tobias Wolff

When we arrived at the camp they pulled us off the buses and made us do push-ups in the parking lot. The asphalt was hot and tar stuck to our noses. They made fun of our clothes and took them away from us. They shaved our heads until little white scars showed through,...
Breakfast in Fur

Breakfast in Fur

Once a book contract is signed, the rush for blurbs is so rushed. Especially for a debut collection. As if the years of creating would still depend on green lights, even after publication. As if each book were a traffic intersection. As if it still needed whistle...
The Electric Guitarist by John Philip Drury

The Electric Guitarist by John Philip Drury

Content Warning: Suicide Originally published at Measure Review In Memory of Jim Simmermanby John Philip Drury “Ever the best of friends,” your letters ended,great expectations for a wave of yearsthat promised more reunions, correspondence.But all that’s over. The...
Waiting by Martha Collins

Waiting by Martha Collins

Waiting, one feels timelike space the way one speaks of a tree,meaning not, as here in this yard,the fat trunk of a beech that bulgesbefore its branches beginto branch — meaning rather the loss we hideby counting up: Up, the way the tree grows,or the way we...