Volume 3, Issue 9
“Later, B’s sister would infuse the words today is a gift, tomorrow a blessing with meaning. Earlier, he’d think of her as he set up camp, tying his shovel to a low-hanging twig, making a ground nest for himself and his camper van. He braked it in the stubble of a ferny tree’s shade and unloaded his gear. When the kids arrived, he shook hands and took note of their number: three. “Want a fourth?” he asked.”
-Lisa Levine, “At His Limit”
“I discovered a large park near my new neighborhood, more of a municipal recreation field with a baseball diamond I could run around. And I discovered the beauty of Sundays in the South: if you’re not a church-goer, you have the sidewalks, the crosswalks, the brown blades of winter grass all to yourself.”
“The perpetrators of three separate mass shootings in Killeen, Texas, chose the Herstal 9 mm for their massacre. This military-issue weapon is commonly available in Killeen, an Army town deep in the heart of Texas, where men and military-grade weapons are everyday elements in the local landscape and culture. This piece is part of a narrative collection of works exploring the landscape of Killeen and life in this land of masculinity, and the ways it expresses itself here.”
“We. Did. This. Fingers to wrist. Palm heels to chest. Metronome-fast, we pumped a monotonous, thirty-beat song. The best song of our lives. The one we’d belt out from summits, yodeling at the lifesaving pace if we could somehow preserve him for the EMTs we’d called. Instead of singing to the beat, we put lips to lips and breathed for him.”
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The South is eccentric, to say the least. In its history, culture, and topography. I would love to see work that invokes these eccentricities, while divulging something new and going beyond the scope of the theme at hand.
“What if he doesn’t want you or the baby?” she asks.
“He will have to tell me that to my face,” I say. “I won’t let him run away and abandon his responsibility.”
“And if he’s married?” she asks.
“That’s another thing he will have to say in person,” I say.
For the first time in my life, Mother looks away first.
“The Escape to Candyland is a mesmerizing collection that weaves delicately through the wasteland of life’s pain and struggle, [and] captures the breadth of hope and love contained in the human heart.”