Reading The Lonely City without a Magic Bullet

By Melissa Wade I stare at the rain pouring down from the clogged gutters outside my window, realizing I have yet to talk to another human today. I asked my dog if he wanted to go for a walk, but it...

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The Shape of Grief

Alyssa Quinn In the doctor’s office, a woman describes the shape of her pain.  “There is a hard pillar inside of me,” she says. “Cylindrical. Metallic. It stretches from the pit of my...

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The Duck Walk

Erica Plouffe Lazure I am a known heretic in these parts because I mow the lawn on Sundays. I can feel my neighbor’s eyes on my back on the Lord’s Day as I maneuver through my special, signature...

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In Conversation with Kelli Taylor of The Free Minds Book Club

By Sarah Wilson Recently, I was able to speak with Kelli Taylor, co-founder of the Free Minds Book Club and Writing Workshop. Beginning in 2002, the group began its work with youth convicted as...

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How Do You Know When a Story is Done? How Veteran Writers Assess Their Work

By Kevin Binder The question “Am I done with this story?” is one that almost all writers will ask themselves at some point during their careers. In a previous blog post, we asked established...

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The World Behind the World: An Interview with Novelist Justin Cronin

By Melissa Wade Justin Cronin, writer of The Passage, no longer writes short fiction. He said the form is incompatible with his temperament. His successful trilogy, by way of proof, clocks in at over...

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Oil Painting of a Hand Holding a Taxidermied Bluebird

Gustav Parker Hibbett Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Runner Up, 2020 Center-right: wings invisible, pinned like buttoned fronts of jackets around a rigid waxdrop body; small-clawed feet fixed or glued...

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MACHINE

Jake Bauer Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Winner 2020 I’d been all morningtrying to fix thisdamn thing. I was aimingto finally nail downthe symbolic.The field by the airportwalked right into...

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Harvest

From Issue 36.1 Danielle Evans Eggs. They wanted eggs, and their requests came trickling in daily in ten-point type, through the want ads of the campus paper. Five, ten, fifteen thousand you could...

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The Light of the Remotest Stars

From Issue 21.1 Justin Cronin The morning he was scheduled to appear in bankruptcy court, Frank O’Neil ate three eggs for breakfast, read the Times and Globe, drank two cups of coffee, helped his...

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