The El Salvadorian Motorcycle Accident by Michael Fitzer The Sun dipped into early evening as my driver’s rust-marked cab slowed behind a collection of thin cattle, each with its hip bones and bumpy spine pumping up and down like the pistons of a slow-moving tractor...
Commodities by Yolanda Kwadey She’s telling that story we agreed to not tell anyone about, the one from two years ago, about that club on the other side of town that everyone tries to get into now. Everyone is listening, clutching imaginary pearls, clutching real...
Talons by Emily Lewandowski We are lying in the middle of a pasture, on the hill next to the woods. It’s like a storybook when the wind blows and the trees rustle with secrets they can’t tell us, or don’t want to tell us, I don’t know. We’re alone. We’ve been together...
History & The Past by Jefferson Navicky I. History has an open door policy like a box trap for foxes. It lures the past in, and when the past nibbles at history’s cheese, the door snaps shut and the past is caught. When the past emerges as History, no one will...
Undocumented: the True Palouse by Rho Weber Mack The true, nearly forgotten story of M/We is best told around a pine log campfire out on a rise on the Palouse, where the long stem grasses and the mineral soil still hold the old memories. Those who have heard the...
