Vol. 2, Issue 21
“The underground stations have their own smell of creosote and steel dust and humidity and maybe that metallic smell that goes with electrostatic discharge. Sometimes added to that are people-smells like vomit or urine or even, on hot days, a waft of open latrine.” -Albert Norton, Jr., “Stink”
A View From the Sidewalk | Nonfiction
Atlanta Writers Club Presents… Rick Bragg Prize for Nonfiction Winner: Harry Duke A View From the Sidewalk When I retired, I decided to open a sidewalk produce stand. I did not need the money. I just needed something to do and to feel good about...
Sestina for My Mother | Poetry
Atlanta Writer’s Club Presents… The Natasha Trethewey Prize for Poetry Winner: Elizabeth Bracken Sestina for My Mother When I was four, I would sit in a brown wooden chair in the kitchen and my mother would braid my hair. Then she would turn...
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