Today we return to prose with this work by Mark Statman. Since being published in the Columbia Review, he has published four of his own poetry collections and translated poetry from Spanish. On a Terrace of Nails by Mark Statman I. Open Traffic These are gray bricks outside the window, moving in and pouring themselves…
Today we have our first prose piece in the retrospective series. It was written by Paul Spike, now known best for his memoir Photographs of my Father, which he published six years after this was printed in our magazine. Abraham’s Tent by Paul Spike Abraham was not the clock on the wall of his…
There was a hole at the table where her son used to be. Once he had sat across from her and made reluctant single-syllable conversation, his mouth full of food. When his father left, he stopped speaking. Then he stopped coming all together. After the divorce papers were finalized, she enrolled herself in a cooking…
She found sleepingly dead by the twisted tree in his backyard, curled so tightly into himself that she thought he must warmed in the sun to soften the architecture of his body, before the glacial night air had hardened him into that shape. He was the core of a cocoon of leaves, pressing so tightly…