DeadlineBy Jonathan Baumbach
Quark: Annie, my heart reaches out to you in a manner of speaking, but I have an evening of theater to see to and for those of us in the producing business, mention of the heart is strictly a rhetorical device. My dear, be so kind as to tell your husband that the clock is ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock.
excerpt: Dahlias IrisSecret Autobiography and FictionBy Leslie Scalapino
Elude seeing the world destroyed utterly. The olive green air ripples.
excerpt: Thumbs UpBy Peter Spielberg
How Nicholas Black had come by his vocation was a story in itself which had as much to do with his being left-handed as with his having artistic talent.
A VisitBy Jessica Treat
The telephone rang while he was running the vacuum cleaner. He didnt know this until laterso loud was the noise of the Electrolux and so concentrated was he on the task at hand: getting the cats fur off the carpet, the bits and twigs and leaves dragged from outside, the ash from cigarettes.
UntitledBy R.M. Berry
My voice is coming from inside this box. Thats why it strikes your ear askew. Brim full and empty, almost gone, its syllables never sound, but resound merely.