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Traits and Competencies by Katherine Hanson

Members of the selection committee: I have come a long way from my working class roots. My father supervised the night shift. Even though I was a girl, my father trusted me to keep tabs on my mother when he was at work. So, from...

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Asteroid by Rich Renner

(In August 2018, airport employee Richard Russell, who had no prior flight experience, entered an empty plane, took off, flew around, performed some aerial maneuvers, vomited, spoke his final words, and crashed into a small...

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After our first year by Rich Renner

she climbs high on a rickety machine, its rusty pipes haphazardly cobbled, and I bark into the air, Laura, come down from there! She climbs higher. I awake with her sleeper’s breath on my cheek, still flushed with astonishment...

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UNSEEN BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

(High school, 1958) collective grunts on browned grass playing fields never bridged those unlike me. black sons of storefront preachers; buzz-cut blonds; serb exiles — boy squads split by strangeness, marching canyoned...

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INHERITANCE BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

“Heir to Misfortune,” Washington Post (2016) Turns out he’s afraid I’ll get better and leave him alone to suffer our disease. So I said, gnarling the words: maybe you won’t play violin any more. But you can sing. And damn, right...

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ANTIETAM BY MICHAEL H. LEVIN

[A] 150-year-old map depicts the Battle. . .not with the usual scenes of charge and counter-charge, but as one vast cemetery. — Washington Post (2020) Stretched in ranks like nervous enfilades the sunken mounds,...

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CLUNIE POOL BY M.S. ROONEY

The smell in the bath towel I use to dry my hair today reminds me of the chlorine and hot Sacramento sun at Clunie Pool, and I am six years old again in my shirred nylon orange suit, petrified of the swimming teacher who said he...

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THE ANIMALS BY M.S. ROONEY

When your father died and then your mother six months later, you and your sisters and brothers gathered to ready their house for selling. I could see all of you had to do it quickly, like emergency surgery. Although your parents...

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ON RHODES BY M.S. ROONEY

on a winter afternoon in 1976 while running from my life in California, barely able to croak out my need for relief from a chest cold I feared was turning into something worse, I saw the pharmacist turn, look me up and down,...

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OUR RED SNAPPER BY WENDY JONES

“Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish here!” the man yelled as he walked alongside his horse-drawn wagon making his way slowly down 112th street between St. Nicholas and Seventh Avenues in New York City at eight o’clock that sun-lit...

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DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL BY RICHARD MARRANCA

Melissa Peabody sat mumbling in her lime Volvo. She was parked in an alley off the main street of the town. She felt a time-space vibe with cars and trains going back and forth, and passengers disembarking into the station. She...

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