Fiction

Nebraska

I underestimated the height of the bridge, and when I jumped my chin slammed on my knee, pinning my tongue between my teeth and severing the tip. Spitting out the rubbery chunk of flesh, blood spilled down my chin and splattered onto the rocks forming ornate red patterns like a riverside Jackson Pollock painting. Blood matted […]

JON TOBEY

There were cars in the yard when Fast Eddie and I pulled up. In the living room, perched on sofas and chairs like they were waiting for a Christmas card photo, were my wife and her extended family. “You’re a day late,” Doris said. “I hope you haven’t all been sitting here since yesterday.” “Yesterday […]

On Account of Opening Day

The great joy of spring thaws to one fundamental idea—that you made it to another one. We’ve already had April days that remind us of how good we have it, bright and still with everything cut just perfect. The rhodies bloom, the ospreys return, the rain finally lets up and those last big dumps of […]

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