Michele Morano is the author of the travel memoir, Grammar Lessons: Translating a Life in Spain, and her essays have appeared in many publications, including Fourth Genre, Ninth Letter, The Georgia Review, The Chicago Tribune, and The Best American Essays. Her work has been supported by grants and fellowships from the Rona Jaffe Foundation, the American Association for University Women, the Illinois Arts Council, MacDowell Colony, and others. She lives in Chicago, where she directs the graduate program in writing and publishing at DePaul University.
Aviya Kushner’s first book, The Grammar of God, about the experience of reading the Bible in English after a lifetime of reading it in Hebrew, will be published by Spiegel & Grau (Random House) on August 18, 2015. Her essays and stories have appeared in The Gettysburg Review, Gulf Coast, Partisan Review, Poets & Writers, A Public Space, The Wilson Quarterly, and Zoetrope: All-Story. Her poems, reviews, and translations have appeared nationally and internationally. She teaches in the MFA program in nonfiction at Columbia College Chicago and is a contributing editor at A Public Space.
Jeffrey Condran is the author of the story collection, A Fingerprint Repeated. His debut novel, Prague Summer, was published by Counterpoint in August 2014. His fiction has appeared in journals such as The Kenyon Review, The Missouri Review, and Epoch, and has been awarded the 2010 William Peden Prize and Pushcart Prize nominations. He is an Assistant Professor of English at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh and the Co-founder of Braddock Avenue Books.
Jillian is the author of the upcoming memoir, EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED the New York Times bestselling memoir, SOME GIRLS: My Life in a Harem, and the novel PRETTY, all from Plume/Penguin. Jillian has an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. Her writing has appeared in The Paris Review, The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times,Vanity Fair, Los Angeles Magazine, Elle and Salon, among others. She is a regular storyteller on The Moth. Jillian blogs about motherhood and writing at the award-winning www.jillianlauren.com. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and son.
Literary stars are shining on the Sunshine State! Sunday Salon Ft. Lauderdale is excited to welcome two more wondrous writers to the stage for the second installment of its already awe-inspiring series. The event will be sponsored by Burrow Press. At Undergrounds Coffeehaus at 3020 N Federal Hwy (map). 6:30pm. Come raise a glass to the stars!
Jeff Parker is the author of several books including Where Bears Roam the Streets: A Russian Journal (Harper Collins), the novel Ovenman (Tin House), and the short story collection The Taste of …
By Cynthia Blake Thompson
It was winter, nearly carnival time, and I went to Fatebenefratelli to visit Alberto’s father nearly every day. Fatebenefratelli was not the main hospital in Venice, but one filled with old and dying patients. Some of them screamed from morning until night, some believed they were children again, and some, who just could not be managed at home anymore, expressed anger at the betrayal that had brought them there by staring off in a sullen, accusing silence. The hospital was located in the Cannaregio quarter, far from the main tourist routes and the shops that sold masks, blown glass objects, and gondolier hats. …
By Guillermo Filice Castro
on the brink of
with a touch of
using blindness as a guide
at the edge of
a dreamed death-
write a song
write a song
you can sing in heaven
By Victoria Brown
For their fourth date Aneeta decided to move her relationship with Phillip forward, a step. They’d gone the first night to Vanderbilt, a low-pressure, after-work cocktail spot where Phillip teased Aneeta over how long she took to finish her one prosecco. Second, he had taken her to a ball game, and though she told him she didn’t understand baseball, she cheered his team, ate hotdogs, and took a sip from Phillip’s flask. A week later they rode bikes over the bumpy dirt trails the park, stopping by the lake for huaraches and bottled beer from the Latin American vendors. They ate sitting among the wildflowers …
By Krista Madsen
By twilight, I could organize the time that remains in the way of my wife: maintaining her coupon system on the dining room table – one pile for the expired, another expiring soon, the third expiring further off, but never exceeding year’s end, that’s as far as they ever go. I could check the dates, perhaps weekly, and shift more of the discounts for things I’d never buy anyway into the expired pile.
Or, I could organize time in the way of oncologists: Two years ago, they gave me only months to live. The malignancy had spread beyond their ability to target it locally; chemo would …
By Seni Seneviratne
Let me assume a pose that is suitably uncomfortable. There’s no obvious way to shift me from a life of necessary solitude, though I sometimes miss the joy of slipping from the warm side of a sleeping lover to watch the moon through cold curtains. Life is a stolen word from someone else’s lines, but can it harm if it’s surrounded by my own?
Into the nearest cafe, miss out main course, bite into blueberry sponge. And who would say yes to that last bit of overheard chat? Not me. I’m wondering which way to go after all this time of take what life brings, …