Fiction
Winter 1986
Blessed Are the Geeks
Leaves, clumped like brown parrots, hang frozen from elms arched over Ohio 53. The arch leads to New Bethlehem, a town of worn brick and twelve hundred people under a […]
Fiction
Summer 1988
Howard an Monroe
“What someun wan wif a poor ol nigga’s skull?” “Who know? Cud be A-rabs. Com’nists. Debil worsh’bers. Plum crazy folk.” “What dey do wif some ol nigga’s skull?” “Who know? […]