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Excerpt from The Mirror Thief by Martin Seay — Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2016 Book of the Year for Traditionally Published Fiction

Written on February 20, 2017

     The acolyte lights the candles as the priest opens the book. The long wicks flare, and the image of the Virgin appears in the vault above the apse, her gray form steady against the flickering screen of gold. The glass tesserae of her eyes catch the dim light, and her gaze seems to  Continue Reading »

Excerpt from A Bitter Pill to Swallow by Tiffany Gholar — Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2016 Book of the Year for Non-Traditionally Published Fiction

Written on February 6, 2017

Chapter 1: A Reason to Die  Devante knew he couldn’t tell her the truth when his mother asked, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”  This was it. They had finally arrived at his school. They were parked in front of the main entrance, just like so many times before, just like nothing had  Continue Reading »

Ghost Train by Sharon Frame Gay

Written on January 23, 2017

Outside, limbs and twigs are dressed in snow like winter brides, dripping with wedding-night anticipation for the cold courtship of January. The pond has iced over, ducks thrusting bills beneath the reeds, searching for remaining food before ascending to the flyway, and warmer climes. Wind whistles down the chimney, flames sputter, then fight back. Inside,  Continue Reading »

Busia’s Hands by Marie Malicki

Written on January 8, 2017

Busia’s Hands by Marie Malicki When mass ended “sphhh-sphhh” was heard clear to the front pews where the children sat. It sounded weird, but I didn’t dare turn around for fear of reprisal from a nun. Soon, we’d be herded to class. I’d wait until then to satisfy my curiosity. It was the Rosary Society.  Continue Reading »

It’s Just Practice by A. J. Huffman

Written on December 26, 2016

  Falling into blindness, I am enchanted— mirror to his throne. I swallow malice like a champ, (chump) regurgitate a smile. Shady bitch, I have become a symptom of his alphabet: a . . . b . . . c things my way or I’ll crack your face with my fist. I adjust my angle  Continue Reading »

Eaten by Sharks by Isabell McAren

Written on December 11, 2016

     The man in line ahead of me is probably in his sixties, wearing a greasy baseball cap with unruly gray hair poking out from underneath. A wrinkled, button-up shirt is only half tucked into his baggy jeans. When he turns to the side, I can see he’s unshaven. I take an involuntary step  Continue Reading »

Next Door by Behlor Santi

Written on November 27, 2016

I just ate a burrito with your boyfriend wearing Gucci flipflops. Grammar.   I could mention your boyfriend again. I just did.   My grammar is correct and powerful, blindfully powerful.   Gucci flipflops are nice. Seeing you cry, over your boyfriend, is nicer.   I prefer words when they get me something I want.  Continue Reading »

Poetry by Len Kuntz

Written on November 14, 2016

Radicalized There is a bonfire in your eyes Barbwire for a brow Spiked teeth With blue-black saliva Dripping off your chin Anger and residue are your Closest companions Each day finds you hating more Wanting nothing but destruction I’ve seen what you’re up to– Pipes and pressure cooker bombs– And so it’s time I burned  Continue Reading »

Excerpt from Whiskey Breakfast: My Swedish Family My American Life, Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2012 Book of the Year Award for Traditionally Published Non-fiction By Richard C. Lindberg

Written on October 31, 2016

Excerpt from Whiskey Breakfast: My Swedish Family My American Life, Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2012 Book of the Year Award for Traditionally Published Non-fiction By Richard C. Lindberg Chapter 13 excerpt – “Slam Books and Second Chances”      In the lunchroom at Onahan School, teachers exchanged “useful” information with one another about certain  Continue Reading »

Excerpt from Old Heart, Winner of the Chicago Writers Association 2015 Book of the Year Award for Traditionally Published Fiction By Peter Ferry

Written on October 15, 2016

  Frenchman’s Lake, July 4, 2007                                                        People began to line up at the pig, at the keg, and at the picnic tables to spoon out salads and to  Continue Reading »