Hello! What do we have this week? Well, first, you should obviously read Issue Five of Sundog Lit. That’s a must.
We gave him
a bed, fed him somniloquys until nights
peeled like wallpaper, and beneath, our housebroken
failures wagged their tails.
Continuing with WR (so much good here), there’s LET ME TRY TO EXPLAIN MYSELF by Becky Fink. Finally, there Victorio Reyes’ WE, ANIMALS.
We’re always excited for a new issue of The Collagist. Here’s Marcus Pactor’s DO THE FISH:
How that life could have spiraled into my daughter, I don’t know. But my wife was gone, and Terri spent too much time in overalls. She, an eight-year old, once told me that she would “evolve into a dude.” That’s when I retired from the back porch. I returned with a whiskey sour and a pink note card, from which I read platitudes on the topic of dads loving their girls as is. She wasn’t having that lameness. She meant to be otherwise.
Big Lucks published this new story by Faith Gardner, NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY.