Vol. 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”

Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

The second time Obama Fever flared, I was going on three months in Wilmington, North Carolina, struggling to find a foothold in my new setting and not at all fitting in. I’d felt a sort of unbridled optimism during Obama’s 2008 campaign, from “Yes We Can” as a slogan...
Killer | Visual Art

Killer | Visual Art

Killer 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...
At His Limit | Fiction

At His Limit | Fiction

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...