The Condor
Joshua Rothes Fiction November 16th, 2017

Father and son and condor stood at wingtips, the father explaining why, at that hour, he had chosen to rouse his son and bring him to the fields, to the highest point on the gypsum outcrop that served as a compass point across his father’s fallow land.

Untitled Note #3
Robert York Fiction November 16th, 2017

It is later than usual when Mr. Proust finally sets aside his notebooks and lies back on his pillow. He doesn’t even bother to turn off the lights.

Untitled Note #4
Robert York Fiction November 16th, 2017

The doctor is describing to him the mechanism, more or less, by which his body is being destroyed.

Civic Engagement
Matthew Spencer Fiction November 16th, 2017

Politics has content, Ken says. To this point Karen gives a half-committal nod. They are walking and talking, in search of a seat, before the council goes into session. This will be a first for Auerbach, the sole new member elect. Despite a memorable campaign season, the year has been good to incumbents.

Untitled Note, #1
Robert York Fiction September 30th, 2017

Somewhere between Metz and Bastogne, the 11th Infantry happens across a tiny, secluded village, ravaged and abandoned, it would seem, in the previous Battle of France. They decide to set up camp. One of the regiment’s scouts, having earlier performed its reconnaissance, tells the rest of his platoon of a decent-sized house in the area, […]

Untitled Note, #2
Robert York Fiction September 30th, 2017

His friends smile and applaud. Mr. Rossetti congratulates him. Mrs. Browning, too, politely admires the work. Mr. Tennyson asks about the progress of her own long poem, but she demurs. The others are happy to talk of their various ongoing projects. Eventually the conversation turns, as it usually will, to politics. Mr. Tennyson finds himself […]

Coterminous w/ Landscape
Joshua Rothes Fiction September 30th, 2017

He knew my worst fear was to sleep in the open, that I must be bundled against or cradled, of course wrapt or shawled, that I required at least one wall, which it was his duty, I now saw, to deny me. He had contrived a flat space bereft of landscape and promptly took off, […]