WHAT THE STONES KNOW by Kate Braverman

WHAT THE STONES KNOW by Kate Braverman

Chloe Eastwood had thick blond hair, startling green eyes like peridots, high cheekbones, and pale taut skin that seemed straining to contain a vast intelligence within. She often appeared flushed, as if she had just been running or engaging in another and more...
Feeding in a Famine by Kate Braverman

Feeding in a Famine by Kate Braverman

Megan Miller returns to the farm in July or August when the river is low and the air yellow. There’s been a six-year drought. She looks across the barley field to the twin silos and interprets them as reassuring. It’s all a sequence of impressions to which we assign...
“Orphan” by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

“Orphan” by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

1. Smog sits over the city, and a plastic-wrapped package of meat decays on the back seat of my future wife’s old gray Buick, though she remembered to take her schoolbooks: a primer on running a landfill a guide for the beginning butcher a collection of brief,...
“The Trumpet” by Kevin Spaide

“The Trumpet” by Kevin Spaide

One morning Mari bought Dave a trumpet, and this was one of the most confusing and terrifying things that had ever happened to him. “What am I supposed to do with this?” he said. “Learn to play it,” said Mari. “I’m too old!” Had he mentioned anything to anyone about...
WHAT THE SHIPWRECKED KNOW by Kate Braverman

WHAT THE SHIPWRECKED KNOW by Kate Braverman

Michael and Sherry Kaufman are driving me through Los Angeles where it’s never supposed to rain and it’s raining. The sky is a breeding ground for fields and harvests and plateaus of clouds above patches of derelict palms. Stretches of freeways look abandoned, ridges...

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