Because angels don’t drift down from heaven but once on a Tuesday evening in a steady rain to watch steam rise from coffee and listen to “American Pie” on the jukebox. … more
Author Archives: BULL Author
Bolt Train
FICTION by David MohanI go until the train runs out of track. It’s comforting. I know the route well enough to find it so. You have all the exhilaration of escape alongside the knowledge that the train turns around again, looping back home. I do this when I’m anxious—it’s like cross-hatching on a page over and over,… more
Cutting
FICTION by Daniel KennedyI found my father’s bed at the end of the corridor. A nurse held his pallid arm up to the light. She adjusted one of the tubes and lowered his arm back to his side. In the neighboring bed, a man older than my father was connected to beeping monitors. He followed me with his eyes. Landis and my mom turned their heads as the nurse walked out.
“What are you doing here?” asked Landis.… more
They Called Me The Virgin
FICTION by Al KratzIf plans can take on a life of their own, I think it follows that they can have a birth and death as well. … more
The Children of Charlemagne
FICTION by Josh BoardmanI needed to love so I chose the girl in the backyard who looked like my sister.… more
Many Ways to Find Out
FICTION by David BiddleI might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.… more
Lavina
FICTION by Eleanor Levine“Maybe you should try hosiery?”
“Sure.”
“They give you pensions in the hosiery business. You don’t get that with condoms. Besides, what’s a nice Jewish girl working with rubbers?”
It’s true. My friends were lobbyists for gun companies or copy editors for clients who made butter. It was a small world, and they all knew each other, and gave each other jobs, though not me.… more
Dolls for the End of the World
FICTION by Bradley SidesThe warmth came and left, and, no sooner, it left and came. There was no way to guess what the world would become. At least it remained. Charred oak trees surrounded by misplaced puddles. Rivers as black as burnt cherries. Sputtering flames along the receding riverbanks. Days shorter and, still, longer. Patrick stood on the… more
The Crystal Palace
FICTION by Joel TomfohrNow the Millers’ living room was white with smoke. A dark plume gathered quickly at the ceiling. My lungs burned, my eyes stung. Before that, though, I dreamed: the fire in the fireplace cracked and snapped happily. I was still watching TV, the show about the Crystal Palace. Caleb hadn’t left yet. He sat there… more
Holy Thoughts
FICTION by Christina DalcherCatholic, Jewish, Mormon, or Muslim–boys will be boys.… more
