Hood Superheroes by Matthew Mutiva A neighborless neighborhood in a ghetto metropolis He astral projects in to the hood to disable all the hostile, combustible elements: catch them off the rebound before they detonated a school, debuted in the nick of time to catch stray bullets out of thin air, and then beam them […]
Peter Ostroushko is a gifted musician best known for his mandolin and fiddle playing and as the musical director for A Prairie Home Companion. We sat down with Peter recently and had a wide-ranging discussion about music, dancing, and culture. In this second of four installments Peter shared with us some of his experiences playing for dances and how […]
Worn Heels at Tequila Sunrise by Salena Casha “You can’t come,” my sister said. I was fifteen, she, nineteen, but in the hallway darkness, she looked far older. Perhaps the night had bewitched her and replaced her with someone else, maybe our dead mother. They shared far more qualities than I cared to admit […]
I Want to Dance by Christine Hillingdon I want to dance under the stage lights on a perfect floor with red velvet curtains either side
Old Guy Playing Guitar by Terry Sanville People liked his trimmed white beard, pegged him as someone who knew all the right tunes. They liked his price: seventy-five an hour with a two-hour minimum. They liked his silence: he never chatted up the attendees. But that day, they detested everything.
Copper Kettle by Judith Skillman If only an ornament gone cold in winter, still we feed it water, carry the weight of our old sorrows
Peter Ostroushko is a gifted musician best known for his mandolin and fiddle playing and as the musical director for A Prairie Home Companion. We sat down with Peter recently and had a wide-ranging discussion about music, dancing, and culture. In this first of four installments Peter shared with us his experiences of music and culture in […]
Seven Devices for Dispelling Demons by Brooke Wonders I. Bells Medomai was the only daughter of the bellmaker Monody. By the time Medomai was six, she could construct a mold of brick and wax. By the time she was twelve, she’d memorized the formula for bellmetal. By the time she was fifteen, she had […]
The Ballad of Molly Malone by Shannon Connor Winward On the bay of Dublin the pulse and the din of the land and the sea breed desire. The caw of the gulls, and the roar of the swells, are known to set hearts afire.
Not Right by Gerri Leen I’m that girl. You know the one: black clothes, heavy boots, thick kohl eyeliner, hair dyed raven. I wander around the school, and you move away, afraid you’ll get cooties. You’d call me a goth, but there’s something off—I’m not just some kid trying to be counter-culture cool. I’m […]