Dream Houses ~ Jill Talbot

  A man walks up and down my street in a red t-shirt, jeans, and flat sneakers. Every few steps, he stops and looks back for a moment, then turns around, keeps walking. Slowly. The first time I saw this, my ten-year-old daughter came into the kitchen to tell me there was a man outside, […]

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Crepe Hanger ~ Vincent Reusch

  I dreamt last night that I was dying.  When I awoke, my wife, Heather, was standing by our bed, wrapped in a bath towel, going through her purse.  “I dreamt I was dying,” I told her. “Baby,” she said.  “That’s terrible.” “I was here at our house,” I said.  I lay on my back, […]

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White Gloves ~ Laurie Levy

            Two women are sitting on the couch, another is perched on a chair adjacent to the couch, and Rock Hudson, grinning, is draped along the back of the couch, braced on his splendid right elbow. The women are all looking straight ahead, smiling into the camera. The older woman […]

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Houses ~ Sandell Morse

      “If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house, shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”                                         […]

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Almost Enough Caviar ~ Michael Cohen

“I was perhaps twenty-three when I first ate almost enough caviar”  —M. F. K. Fisher, With Bold Knife and Fork I. The Savory Science Sitting in the grill room of the Savoy Hotel in July, 1990, with a plate of salmon with sorrel sauce before me, I indulged in a peculiar fantasy. I imagined the […]

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Pitman Creek ~ Jeff Muse

The popular view of Appalachia is a land where every man is willing, at the drop of a proverbial overall strap, to shoot, fight, or fuck anything on hind legs. We’re men who buy half-pints of boot-legged liquor and throw the lids away in order to finish the whiskey in one laughing, brawling night, not […]

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Passion, Once Removed ~ Jim Dameron

    I’ve never eaten a guava, I’ve never even seen one, though I’m pretty sure it’s a sexy fruit. I’m certainly attracted to the word guava anyway. You have to open your mouth, linger expectantly for a moment. Diphthongs will do that I guess—two similar sounds in close proximity, so comfortable, yet fresh, even […]

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At The Root of It ~ Heather Corrigan

    I can trace this tooth’s history back to Indonesia.  I was living there two years ago when I came down with a toothache in this, my largest remaining molar.  I’ve had poor teeth my whole life so I knew this was more than a simple cavity: the ache began quiet and slow, a […]

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Burying Fish ~ Melanie Hoffert

    One morning, late August, I carried my coffee down to the dock at a lake called Mille Lacs. I remember this particular morning well. The sun was already bright and high above the evergreens and oaks, and fish lay scattered on the beach in front of the cabin. Everywhere on the beach, in […]

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Visiting The Maharaja ~ Alvin Greenberg

    1.  Once Upon a time   I had not exactly been summoned to make an appearance before the Maharaja of Travancore, but it was put to me from several quarters that “it is expected” of visiting foreign dignitaries that they make such an appearance during their stay, which, being new on the job, […]

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