Winter 2012 - Non-Fiction

 
     
 

Judy Goldman
Excerpt from Losing My Sister

I quickly slip inside the circle, work my fingers behind my two front teeth, push and grind until my hand disappears all the way up to my bony wrist, and everyone -- including my sister – goes, “Goshhh!”...

 
     
 

 

 
 

Christopher Martin
He Who Planted Pines with God

The new piece fits, but the problem is that it just further accentuates how out of square the floor is getting. We are left with an angled one-inch sliver where a two-and-a-quarter inch piece of wood is supposed to fit....

 
     
     
 

Matt Martin
Haircut

A third barber emerges from the back: a gorgeous, coy young woman with a bob of black hair and a fickle smile. I say, voice breaking like a teenager, “Koryatka streeshka, ya”....

 
     
     
 

Matt Berman
Sachahuares

I find my way to the outpost town of Quillabamba and, through word of mouth, to the street corner that serves as an unmarked bus stop for people like me who are departing eastward into the jungle...