Priyatam Mudivarti
Blue Flame

Priyatam Mudivarti - Blue Flame

Fiction
Priyatam Mudivarti grew up in India and the Middle East and now calls Cambridge his home, where he works as… Read more »
Michael Ugulini
The Cardinals of Avery Street

Michael Ugulini - The Cardinals of Avery Street

Fiction
Michael Ugulini is a full-time freelance writer from the Niagara Region, Ontario, Canada. He is a published writer of newsletter… Read more »
Jon Udelson
The Twelfth Remember

Jon Udelson - The Twelfth Remember

Fiction
Jon Udelson is a graduate of City College’s MFA program in Creative Writing. His fiction has appeared in [sic] literary… Read more »
Gregory Wolos
Tweetsie Railroad

Gregory Wolos - Tweetsie Railroad

Fiction
Gregory Wolos’s short fiction has recently appeared in Grey Sparrow Journal, LITnIMAGE, The Baltimore Review, The Los Angeles Review, PANK… Read more »
Elizabeth Wetmore
Women & Horses
(1976)

Elizabeth Wetmore - Women & Horses
(1976)

Fiction
A native of West Texas, Elizabeth Wetmore is writing a novel set in the oil patch and a collection of… Read more »

The Twelfth Remember

Jon Udelson

Derrick says we need backpacks, satchels, duffle bags and bindles. He says that we could use anything that carries, so long as it’s a lot. I take his dictation, but stop to pass the gasper across the front seat. Feeling good, I interrupt. “I heard another one this morning,” I say. Derrick says that what I’m doing is I’m making him lose his locomotive of thought. I ask, “What was the last thing that went through those girls’ heads?”

“Don’t tell me,” Derrick says. It’s already later than he wants, and he says we need to up our focus. He quotes me item one off the list of remembers we found on the field that day. Item one on the list of remembers is, remember the body is a machine.

~

When what went through those girls’ heads went through their heads, Derrick and I were under the football field bleachers, sharing a gasper and cutting Spanish so we could perform some reconnaissance on the gym-class girls and their shorts, which to us were a crime in favor of mankind. We liked the little wiggles the girls made before shooting their hips around to knock golf balls a… Read more »