Madison Jozefiak
Day One

Madison Jozefiak - Day One

Fiction
Madison Jozefiak studied English and creative writing at Colgate University in Upstate New York. She currently works and lives in Boston with some roommates who are good at baking. Her work also… Read more »
Nicholas Maistros
The Sudden Ocean

Nicholas Maistros - The Sudden Ocean

Fiction
Stories and essays by Nicholas Maistros have appeared in Witness, The Literary Review, Sycamore Review, Nimrod, Sequestrum, Washington Square Review, Colorado Review, Beloit Fiction Journal,… Read more »
Justine Chan
To the Howling and Back

Justine Chan - To the Howling and Back

Fiction
Justine Chan is a Chinese American writer and singer-songwriter from Chicago. She holds an MFA in Prose from the University of Washington in Seattle. She earned her BA from the University of Illinois… Read more »
J.T. Robertson
Walking Down

J.T. Robertson - Walking Down

Fiction
J.T. Robertson is the author of The Memory Thieves (2014) published by Black Hill Press. His work has also appeared in Jelly Bucket, The Louisville Review, The MacGuffin, and other publications. He is… Read more »

Walking Down

J.T. Robertson

I take a deep breath and begin to cough. It’s become a regular thing, to lose my breath and have my lungs bang around black in my chest. Usually worst this time of day, when the sun’s high and doing its best to cook water from the dirt. The fit stops and I spit, getting it out. The crud’s mixed with blood, seeping down into the cracked earth. I’m thirsty like dust, but there’s nothing to drink. Decide to have a smoke instead. The smoke burns its way down and back up again. Better get a move on. Got a way to go before I get to the grain bins.

We lost Bobby Ahrent yesterday, right here at the Taylors' place in bin five. Bobby was a good man and a good worker for the most part. We liked to shoot the bull, act like we were fighting, but us and everyone else knew we were playing. Had a regular routine, where I’d call him a young ‘un and he’d ask me if I forgot my walker at home. Bobby was always making cracks about me retiring and coming back to work over and over. I told him old farmhands… Read more »