THE CHAPBOOK EDITION
7000 pages, 40 finalists, four judges, and four winners. Please join us in congratulating the winners of our 2015 chapbook contest: Elias Lindert (fiction), Jarod Roselló (graphic literature), F. Daniel Rzicznek (poetry) and Katherine Schifani (non fiction). Thank you to all who submitted and to our judges, Lydia Conklin, Kristin Dombek, Luis Jaramillo and Katie Peterson.
"Every time he comes to this part of the desert, Jade tells me, he gives
himself a new tattoo. He’s done this since the commander he advises
was a captain, when he and his guys lived in tents and undertook most
of the operations on their own, without the help of the Iraqis, which
would be eight or nine rotations ago, eight years. On their first rotation, he only had black ink, and the tattoo scabbed. He’s learned to
deploy with a full kit."
F. Daniel Rzicznek
"Poisoner of gods, there is sanctuary all around you. I am standing in a barn at the county fair exchanging stares with a gaunt brown goat, pale eyes like something pried from the earth. No such thing as a ceasefire. No such thing as distance. Attached. Always. Inexplicably."
MEN IN THE MOON
"Shame defines the way we live, who we are, individually and collectively. Naturally, we are far too ashamed to admit such a thing, no matter how drunk and high we get. We could be tortured by CIA-trained specialists, like the ones who used to torture and kill left-wing dissidents in this country, and still we would never admit to this. Shame and grace under pressure do not mix, are totally incompatible."
THE STAR Jarod Roselló
GOING SOUTH Kristin Dombek
"I’ve always lived in the North. But whenever a Northern city has been damp and cold for too long, when I find my forehead folded and frozen with worry, when my job has been to read hundreds of pages a day of deposed corporate memos to look for clues of unbearably stupid environ-mental crimes, or to trick people into writing emails they don’t want to write, or write them on their behalf, or schedule them to do things they don’t want to be scheduled to do, or when I’ve had a boyfriend with whom I have money problems, or who wants a baby when I don’t, or I just can’t stand any more knowing where I will spend each next night, I get in whatever dilapidated European-made car I own at the time, and I drive south."
THE WEST, A MOVIE Katie Peterson
"It’s pretty, so far away, but you want to go and touch it,
not stick your feet in it, not splash around,
after all, such a rainy day, but still you want to touch it,
put your hand flat against the texture of that view."
FRITZ, OR THE AIRPLANE NANNY Luis Jaramillo
"Savoring my day off, I spend the afternoon in the IFC theatre eating popcorn and Raisinets, watching an exceedingly depressing English
film. The acting is unarguably excellent—too good if that’s possible. In one early scene a therapist asks her client, a middle aged woman, “How happy are you on a scale of one to ten, with ten being very happy and one being not at all?”
The woman grinds her teeth and thinks. “One,” she finally spits out."