• Prose

    “By Bread Alone” by Danny Bellinger (wil’um)

    When I was a young boy I learned that you could shoot a man for disrespecting your sister, even if he was her husband and your brother in law.  All you had to do was trick your kids into believing the weapon was a cap gun by putting caps in the hammer, before you fired into the night air at the man who’d limp for the rest of his life for reasons unbeknown to me.  That’s what my father did.  My brother tells me years later that the fake cap gun is the reason why my uncle limps like he does.

  • Prose,  Translation

    “Regnum” A short story by Bronka Nowicka (translated from the Polish by Katarzyna Szuster) Artwork by Lula Bajek

    Regnum

     

    Mad Mary, Ursula, insane Nina, haunted Agnes, guide me. Let me stick my hands in the pockets of your housecoats, where the keys are nestled in the bundles of your handkerchiefs. Let me steal them and set the door to the kingdom ajar.

     

    At night Nina kneads bread and weeps into it. In the kitchen, the milk gives off light until she pours it into dun flour and then it goes out. The woman kneads the dough in the dark. The table squeaks,

  • Book Reviews,  LIVE with LIT

    “Apartment by Teddy Wayne” Reviewed by LaVonne Roberts

    Apartment is Teddy Wayne’s fourth novel and an easy read in just over 200 pages. Wayne’s novel gets to the crux of every writer’s angst in an MFA program: when you strip away the art of craft, is your writing any more interesting than yourself? Offering a rare glimpse of what happens in a workshop and the sheltered creative writer’s MFA community, Apartment speaks to what a privileged, highly-competitive MFA degree does or does not do for a writer. Moreover, it speaks to male identity in relation to male friendship.

    Set in 1996,

  • Poetry

    “Long Vacation” by Jake Bauer

         I am a person in need of a very
    long vacation to a very cold climate.
    There, one can ski out onto
    the ice which is actually
    a frozen-over cup of water
    waiting on the nightstand
    of a thief after a quick job. A boy
    had to die. The world is big
    then it is diamond-small
    and you slip it in your pocket
    on your way out the door, thinking
    I’ll need this later.

     

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    Jake Bauer is the Marketing Director for Saturnalia Books.

  • Poetry

    “Bird” by Jenna Le

    We heard her                              and came running

    We heard her

    wings blurred

    We heard her                               fly up the metal chute

    only to find herself                      self-entrapped in our laundry room

    self-buried in our linen hoard

    her exit route barred

    We heard her                                throat burr

    We heard her

    wings blurred                                so we came running

    feet bare on the red-carpeted stairs

    We heard her                                so we herded her

    We harried her                              toward an opened window, a soft sunlit square

    amid the hard boards

    We hurried her                              and harried her

    and herded her                             toward the open air

    our broom-waving horde             must have seemed to her a horror

    for all that we                                heralded                                                     her liberty

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    Jenna Le authored Six Rivers (NYQ Books,
  • Interviews

    “Interview with Helon Habila” by LaVonne Roberts

    Helon Habila‘s fourth novel, Travelers, is a novel about African Diaspora in Europe. Told through a series of interlinking narratives, an unnamed Nigerian scholar’s experiences with migrants in transit, the real question Travelers asks is: what is home? Originally from Nigeria, Habila lives and teaches creative writing in the US at George Mason University and is the author of Waiting for an Angel, Measuring Time, Oil on Water