Arthur awakes in the golden wood. He has dreamed of a silver cup or a stone that fell from the sky. He cannot remember which and wonders if it matters. The campfire has gone out. His bedroll is covered in dew. He watches mistletoe flutter on the branch of a tall birch and listens to the bright song of a jay. The journey, he realizes,…
Backyard Weather
Raking eucalyptus leaves isn’t the same as raking oak leaves. October is different here. Yet the task commands our back yard and its brittle cold morning. Wood smoke and the distant buzz of chainsaws gathered on the air as we lifted armfuls of oak leaves into black plastic bags. My father in his red and black lumber jacket, me in my purple hat and double…
View from a Moon of Jupiter
We have been living here for years, and still they call this place “uninhabitable” in the news. “Too arid for growing crops,” they report. “The winds rage at night, with a noise alien even to aliens.” They exaggerate with such rhetoric: we do, after all, inhabit it. And yet, such a description seems apt as I lie here, the morning paper in front of me….
Winter 2014 Issue Launch Party
On April 1st we’ll be celebrating the launch of our Winter 2014 issue with a fantastic night of reading by some of our contributors and local authors! Come join us at East End for Happy Hour specials and some awesome work. Featured readers: John Barrios Sam Snoek-Brown Matty Byloos A. M. O’Malley Carrie Seitzinger Pecos B. Jett When: Tuesday, April 1st, 6 – 8 pm…
The Ruling Body
Lance Corporal Hank Willis came home from Iraq and wouldn’t stop talking. What happened to the bashful district champ wrestler, the one who couldn’t even smile for his picture in The Stony Creek Sentinel without squinting and gritting his teeth as if he was suffering from dysentery? Hank always had the look of a Marine—muscular build, cropped black hair, clean shaven—so there was nothing noticeably…