. . . wherever his pen dyes paper black, Night reaches up to etch itself. — Rutherford
Isaac and Billy
They’d been walking for three days when they saw the place. Isaac knew instantly that this was it. His father stopped, sucked in his breath, closed his eyes and waited…
Glut Hut
Christopher Eastman leans across the front passenger seat, framing himself in the window as he waves goodbye. Daniel, giddy in his straitjacket booster seat . . .
Vampire Victims Club
I meet a group of middle-aged ladies at the diner. I cannot tell you their names, or what they look like. I am good at details, but I cannot describe…
Jean Lorrain: Odile
I Stone saints, seated in symmetric seriesalong the pointed vault, graven angelsof the transept, and the sonorous golden soulof the bells imprisoned in the tall slender cageof the belfry tower—all…
The Dire Prophecy of Seaman Flack
The lined foolscap sheets were yellow at the edges and the writing was faded but legible. The paper was stapled in three lots, headed SESSIONS I, II, III and dated…
Catullus: Ariadne
Ariadne, a poem by Catullus, translated from the Latin They say Mount Pelion’s topmost pinesonce swam the great sea’s fluent waveswhen the chosen, toughest young men of Greece,hoping they could…
The Flowers in Billy’s Garden
In late February, snowdrops slowly lifted their sleepy heads from their cold wet blankets. These flowered alone, waiting patiently for March and the great melting. When the weather began to…
A Late Love
In the halcyon days of the mid twentieth century, when cars were big and skirts were short, it was an accepted idea that one could choose a career, pursue and…
Poetry: Rachel Blaustein
translated from the Hebrew by Mildred Faintly from Brought Low He came by night, the spectral emissary,he sat on the edge of my hospital bed:his bones jutting up, tenting the…
