September 2016

Just a Ferryman by Dan Branch

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Auggie was passed out drunk when I first met Elizabeth. It was three in the afternoon on a summer Friday, only ninety minutes before the court closed for the weekend.

Burger by Jesse Waters

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I am ten months from being thirteen, and have yet to hit puberty in mid-80’s America…. There’s a smallish blue-black bruise just below my right eye.

CRAFT: The Medium of Mediocrity by P. Casey Telesk

I’ve been experimenting with vintage tube radios, trying to learn enough so that I can soon design and build my own prototype. When I tell people this, they ask, “Where did you learn how to work on radios?” I usually say something like, “I just Google stuff, and I’m handy in general.” Which is true.…

Review: There Was A Fire Here by Risa Nye

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Review by Vicki MaykIt was an unremarkable Sunday, Risa Nye writes. There were pancakes for breakfast, newspapers to be read, school projects, Disney videos and an early play date for one of her three children. Those moments of normalcy on October 20, 1991 did not last. Before the day was over, a wildfire would destroy…