Begin in medias res, prose style spare. A hot day, a white room, a spattered wooden workbench. In […]
contemporary fiction
“He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind…” Dear Mother, I am often reminded of King […]
BAD KID Carol, all warm and giddy in her chest, dipped her big toe into the little pond […]
Ina had visited Babette in a variety of structures, ranging from a gabled Victorian in the woods to […]
{Translator’s Preface} What follows is a translation of a manuscript found among my father’s papers. The translation is […]
Our woman suffers from a certain snobbery. Of the educated. It needs to be made clear that this […]
The mascot’s head is coming off today. That’s what they say, in notices posted to every pole in […]
The forecast predicted sun and a high of minus seventeen. In our houses, we pulled on long underwear […]
Henry Hoke writes short books where character and absurdity make strange harmony together. Whether it’s in his short […]
I would’ve been capable of violence, I know it, I was afraid of it. — Carl Jung Began […]
minor literature[s] 