She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.
You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.
Sonja slapped her sister. How could she shed tears for the past?
His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.
An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
There’s this cool magazine online. They let people read it for free.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.
Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of her skin.
A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.
Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.
Jayne Anne Phillips
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.
Iherde ich holde grete tale, an owle and one niyhtingale.
Let us stifle under mud and affirm it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.
We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.
As soon as her grandparents left, BLAM, the dance in her died.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey. It’s a little like cheating.
Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.
I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.
She does not know within a decade she will unload a slug into her mouth.