May 29, 2024
Brother, You Would Not Believe
Brother, you would not believe the things that I have seen. So quoth some poet in the thirteenth century, so quoth you, at the dawn of the twenty-first. “Rumi,” you […]
March 19, 2024
The Prodigal Clockmakers
Remember the Parable of the Second Hand, we said. The second hand runs ahead; it runs faster than the minute hand, but does it run completely on its own? No, […]
March 19, 2024
The Dropper
The miner Fluharty fussed around with bird dogs, and he’d earned a few red and yellow ribbons on the field trial circuit, “way back when,” he’d say modestly. Beside his […]
March 13, 2024
Abandon Ship
It was how they bellied up, the eyes milky in the silvered skin, the blood gills lined blue, it was how they were dying, all these fishes. Affectionate, the woman […]
March 13, 2024
Still Life with Lobster
The ocean is a different color than it was when I was a child. Of course, much has changed since then. There are no trawlers out in the depths, no […]
March 1, 2024
The Journal of Anodyne Historical Documents
The Kenyon Review · “The Journal of Anodyne Historical Documents” by Peter M. Kazon Vol. 5, No. 1 Fall 2055 The following document was discovered in the papers of ANDREW […]
March 1, 2024
The Replacement
The Kenyon Review · “The Replacement” by Drew Zeiba 1. I had not given the ultrasound technician my complete medical history. I did not tell him that I once took […]
March 1, 2024
It’s Still Light
The Kenyon Review · “It’s Still Light” by Sylee Gore I tell you the dream where, beneath a canopy, I held a vigil. The morning air was crystal. If I […]
March 1, 2024
Kind of Greek
The Kenyon Review · “Kind of Greek” by Sylee Gore You had a satchel, we talked in traffic, the bus shelter was as good as a café. For it is […]
March 1, 2024
Black Eye
Look at the little girls. Five or six years old, in trouble. The one on the right, Em, inhabits her red cardigan to the buttoned neck, to nubbiness. Over the […]
March 1, 2024
Adam Mickiewicz
My correspondence with Adam Mickiewicz began in an unusual way. I was living in Moscow again, the city appearing to me each morning as if from behind the curtain of […]
March 1, 2024
The Tender Axis
Mary Godwin sits at her desk. It is 1816, and she has just finished the first draft of Frankenstein. She had wanted the novel to better fit the prompt: Tell […]