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Excerpt from the first story in The Virginity of Famous Men by Christine Sneed — Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2017 Book of the Year Award for Traditional Fiction 

Written on February 8, 2018

  Beach Vacation             The trip was her son’s reward for earning an A in all of his classes the preceding year, and she and his father had told him that he could choose anywhere in the country.  To their surprise, he did not pick Los Angeles or New York, Aspen or Maui.  He wanted  Continue Reading »

Excerpt of Algren: A Life by Mary Wisniewski — Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2017 Book of the Year Award for Traditional Nonfiction 

Written on January 26, 2018

Nelson Algren’s first memory was of getting lost, looking for a hero. He was two and a half. Taking another small boy, he walked up the sidewalks of Detroit in 1911, away from the house where he was born at 867 Mack Avenue, away from his mother’s candy store, into the vastness of the booming  Continue Reading »

Excerpt from “Out the Door” by M.L. Collins – Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2017 Book of the Year for Indie Fiction

Written on January 11, 2018

    Excerpt from Out the Door by M.L. Collins Winner of The Chicago Writers Association 2017 Book of the Year for Indie Fiction           ONE A trebuchet Wine, as Galileo probably never said, is sunlight held together by water. This wasn’t exactly the case with the pinot grigio served at the  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Kevin Casey

Written on January 1, 2018

Poetry by Kevin Casey   Harvesting Garlic Only in his garden did our grandfather’s habit of wrath abate, the heat and bite that twisted his walk and bent his back like a spiraling scape dissipate into the cool soil. Away from the kitchen, where our grandmother had stood planted for thirty years, he would show  Continue Reading »

Poetry by John Grey

Written on December 17, 2017

HE’S PAYING RESPECTS He no longer mourns the body six feet below him. His tears are for the stone grown grubby with the years, and shriveled wildflowers and that willow with a diseased and dragging branch for every year she’s been gone. He’s not quite like the crows though. They celebrate the dead as if  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Susan Sundwall

Written on December 4, 2017

One Down, Two Across Escaping into my crossword limping from the fray; I’d rather look at boxes than deal with you today. In what way could I change you by whisper or by shout? I’d rather figure phrases than know what you’re about. So call me weak or lazy, or call me thick of head,  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Patrick T. Reardon

Written on November 19, 2017

So, I’ll run I’ll be well on my way, walking home the long city streets seven miles from downtown in a white anger when the short, wide, thick, lumpish, oddly handsome weight-lifter of a man will be standing there, as I round the building corner, a long knife in his left hand and, on his  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Jonathan Bishop

Written on November 5, 2017

A Man Scratching Lottery Tickets on the Street Corner  A man stands in front of the corner liquor store, holds tickets in his hands, scratching away, scratching, as pedestrians walk by, pay him no mind. He takes off the silvery coating, reveals the numbers underneath, shuts his eyes for a moment, and breathes. Nothing. He  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Shaheen Ashraf-Ahmed

Written on October 22, 2017

Cyclists on the Golden Gate Bridge on Sunday Sausage-skinned glutes and candy colored helmets skimmer past my wobbling wheels. I feel no kinship —while mass and gravity teeter on the hard fulcrum of my seat, the pros knife past shouting “On your left!”, an FYI, not imperative but no less martial. A moment of suspense:  Continue Reading »

The Aubergine Sky by Damiana Andonova

Written on October 7, 2017

What light What calm Leaked throughout the city Them at night their bodies Peaks and valleys of shadows Caressed by the orange glow of city lights Parents driving their daughters home Medical students trying their hand at a sly Smile Hitting on slim, flat-chested blondes Tasteless Bland Like their textbooks’ Narrative voice That they are  Continue Reading »