Issue Six: February, 2012
Photography: “France” & Isolated View”
+ + I am 34 years old and currently freelance for a few magazines with articles covering food, wine, travel and local businesses in Northern California. I am also a X-head chef managing a kitchen...
Read MoreBook Review: “Rez Life: An Indian’s Journey Through Reservation Life” by David Treuer
Growing up in St. Paul, Minnesota, food such as wild rice and walleye were facts of life: “What’s your regional food?” “You mean, besides tater tot hotdish?” I knew wild rice was usually...
Read MoreThe Many Kinds of Sleep: “Fables” by Sarah Goldstein
Grim I’ve been reading and re-reading Sarah Goldstein’s Fables before bed. I’m not one to do this: for me, my bed is for sleeping and sleeping only. I’ve never been a...
Read More“Angles of Response to Your Angles, or Brief Reflections on Tennis, Sharks, and the Loss of David Foster Wallace”
1 It was late, almost three in the morning, and the vibrating of my iPhone shook the bedstead. I answered without looking. The voice on the other end was placid and female. She sounded like someone...
Read More“In Other Places People Can Communicate Only With Their Eyes”
My father was a left over. He tangled with the octopus and the ugly breath of the street. There were Sundays he woke to pleasure and went to sleep. My mother outlives him by one, two decades. She...
Read More“Self Portrait with Balaclava”
One. Find samarai sword. Two. Learn to spell s-a-m-u-r-a-i sword. Three. Procure pinching crab poison. Four. Replace lame “regular” lightbulbs in bathroom with trendy-swirly ones. Five. Learn to...
Read More“Closed: Saturday Night”
Her fingernails were coffee stained and stuck with grounds, she plunged her arms in elbow deep and wiped the dishes. Tossing each one flat and light, so it did a slow float dance to the bottom...
Read More“Male of the Species”
Having lived one moment, I was hooked. From my first breath, I couldn’t think of one thing I’d rather be doing. And this was before books and ballgames. television, snacks, sex, love, any of...
Read More“An American Original”
Once, Skinny Love only ate the complementary chips and salsa at the Mexican restaurant and then got up and said, lo siento, mi amigo to the waiter and left without paying for anything. Skinny...
Read More“Crappy Days”
In elementary school, my brother refused to use the school toilets because there were no doors on the stalls. Instead, Aron would wait until he got home . . . when he could. On the days he...
Read More“Reel”
I do not know what it looks like to die. I’ve seen it in movies. Death in the movies is the death I understand. A last breath forced out by an invisible gutpunch; bullets lifting the body up ever...
Read MoreSpecter Supports
