Dariel Suarez
Beets

Dariel Suarez - Beets

Fiction
Dariel Suarez is a Cuban-born writer who came to the United States in 1997. He earned his M.F.A. in fiction at Boston University, where he was a Global Fellow. Dariel is a fiction co-editor at Blood… Read more »
Margaret Adams
Burnt

Margaret Adams - Burnt

Creative Nonfiction
Margaret Adams is a Maine-born writer and registered nurse living in Baltimore, Maryland. A former columnist for The Bangor Daily News and a Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has most recently appeared… Read more »
Jami Nakamura Lin
Dreamscape #2: Dear Pinocchio

Jami Nakamura Lin - Dreamscape #2: Dear Pinocchio

Creative Nonfiction
Jami Nakamura Lin received her MFA at the Pennyslvania State University. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Passages North, Monkeybicycle, r.kv.r.y, Escape Into Life,… Read more »
Jacqueline Kolosov
Equine Character: A Meditation

Jacqueline Kolosov - Equine Character: A Meditation

Contest - 2nd Place
Jacqueline Kolosov is Professor of English at Texas Tech where she teaches in the graduate and undergraduate creative writing program. Her third poetry collection, Memory of Blue, is forthcoming from… Read more »
Bob Haynes
Force of the Sonogram

Bob Haynes - Force of the Sonogram

Poetry
Bob Haynes lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, where he teaches at Arizona State University and online at Writers on the Net. Some of his poetry has appeared in North American Review, New Letters, Nimrod,… Read more »
Linda Parsons Marion
Jesus Bread

Linda Parsons Marion - Jesus Bread

Poetry
Linda Parsons Marion is an editor at the University of Tennessee and the author of three poetry collections, most recently, Bound. She served as poetry editor of Now & Then magazine for many years… Read more »
Michele Morano
Learning Curve

Michele Morano - Learning Curve

Creative Nonfiction
Michele Morano is the author of the travel memoir, Grammar Lessons: Translating a Life in Spain. Her essays have appeared in anthologies and literary journals such as Best American Essays, The Fourth… Read more »
Victoria Bosch Murray
Migration

Victoria Bosch Murray - Migration

Poetry
Victoria Bosch Murray’s poetry has appeared in American Poetry Journal, Booth, Field, Greensboro Review, Harvard Divinity Bulletin, Salamander, Tar River Poetry, The Potomac, and elsewhere. Her… Read more »
Lewis Turco
Monologue in a Bar

Lewis Turco - Monologue in a Bar

Poetry
Lewis Turco is the inventor of the verse form called the “bluesanell,” and a contributor to the recently-published Garnet Poems: An Anthology of Connecticut Poetry Since 1776, edited by Dennis… Read more »
Maureen Alsop
Onychomancy

Maureen Alsop - Onychomancy

Poetry
Maureen Alsop, PhD, is the author two full collections, Apparition Wren and Mantic, as well as several chapbook collections. Her poems have appeared in a variety of print and online publications… Read more »
Janice Greenwood
Patience

Janice Greenwood - Patience

Fiction
Janice Greenwood’s writing has appeared in Cider Press Review, Cimarron Review, and New England Review. She was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She received her BA from the University of… Read more »
Marjorie Stelmach
Perfected

Marjorie Stelmach - Perfected

Poetry
Marjorie Stelmach’s most recent volume of poems is Bent upon Light (University of Tampa Press). Individual poems have recently appeared in Arts & Letters, The Cincinnati Review, Image, The Iowa… Read more »
Micah Dean Hicks
Raising Houses

Micah Dean Hicks - Raising Houses

Creative Nonfiction
Micah Dean Hicks usually writes magical realism, southern fairy tales, and other kinds of magical stories. You can find his work in places like New Letters, Indiana Review, and New Orleans Review. His… Read more »
Alisha Karabinus
Siri on Lesbian Sex

Alisha Karabinus - Siri on Lesbian Sex

Contest - 3rd Place
Alisha Karabinus is co-founder and Executive Editor of Revolution House magazine and an MFA candidate in Fiction at Purdue University, where she is also the Managing Editor of Sycamore Review. Her… Read more »
Leatha Kendrick
Sleep in Summer

Leatha Kendrick - Sleep in Summer

Poetry
Author of three volumes of poetry, Leatha Kendrick leads workshops in poetry and life writing at the Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning, a community literary center in Lexington, Kentucky.… Read more »
Marcia Aldrich
Swimmers

Marcia Aldrich - Swimmers

Contest - 1st Place
Marcia Aldrich is the author of the free memoir Girl Rearing, published by W.W. Norton and part of the Barnes and Noble Discover New Writers Series. She has been the editor of Fourth Genre:… Read more »
Jesse Donaldson
The First Moons of Sitting Bull

Jesse Donaldson - The First Moons of Sitting Bull

Fiction
Jesse Donaldson is a graduate of Kenyon College and The Michener Center for Writers. He's worked as a groundskeeper for the Houston Astros, a maintenance man, and a professor. His work has recently… Read more »
Robert Guthrie
The Glass

Robert Guthrie - The Glass

Fiction
Robert Guthrie lives in Little Rock, AR with a pair of red-headed women. Aside from the story featured in this issue, his fiction has appeared most recently in Northwind and Cloud 9 magazines. Read more »
Dick Allen
The House With Only The Sound
of A Dog Barking Inside

Dick Allen - The House With Only The Sound
of A Dog Barking Inside

Poetry
Dick Allen’s forthcoming eighth poetry collection, to be published by St. Augustine Press in Fall, 2013, is This Shadowy Place—winner of the 2013 New Criterion Poetry Prize. It’s his first… Read more »
Emari DiGiorgio
Understanding Dear Alice’s Dilemma

Emari DiGiorgio - Understanding Dear Alice’s Dilemma

Poetry
Emari DiGiorgio makes a mean arugula quesadilla and has split-boarded the Tasman Glacier. She is Associate Professor of Writing at The Richard Stockton College of New Jersey and a NJ State… Read more »

Swimmers

Marcia Aldrich

You like to pretend you don’t know his name, that it could be Bob or Bobbie, Tom or Troy. You like to think you don’t know how or if he makes a living because it doesn’t matter—there’s nothing useless about him. You like to think most of all that you don’t know how he thinks. You like to think he doesn’t know your name—that you could be Barb or Sally or Mary Jo, and that it doesn’t matter exactly what you do. You like to think you are strangers. Periodically you need to leave your life to return to it. In your case, this happens every day.

He enters stage left from the parking lot in a slow and steady gait like someone walking out on a range. He moves as if he has nowhere special to go. You enter from stage right near the tennis courts with two white towels thrown over your shoulder like someone rushing to stop a bleeding wound. His flip-flops make a familiar plopping sound on the concrete. Barefoot, you are soundless. An observer would say your eyes do not meet. Is the observer right? Have you made eye contact or haven’t you? You like to think you do not need to look at each other.

Every day at 3 o’clock you go to an oblong pool under a hard sky in the middle of a corn field that a train passes through in the Midwest. You know this place well, this place where you have been stranded for twenty years. You do not like sharing a lane. You watch the other swimmers to see when a lane opens. Sometimes he stares at something far away, at a sight you do not as yet see. After ten minutes he walks over from his chaise to the pool willing the lane to be empty, to be his. He stands with his hands on his hips and looks at the water, considering it. You know this stance well, this willing things to be his.

Calm, glassy water, the color of blue slate. On the horizon white clouds of different shapes and sizes spread out. Five boys are hanging on the rope as if it was a long tree branch and they were at a lake. A couple is standing knee-high in the children’s pool embracing, tight clinging embraces. Maybe they fear they’ll be washed away. A middle-aged man swims vigorously but isn’t getting anywhere. Three girls in itsy-bitsy bikinis stand in water up to their tiny waists holding their arms up and out of the water stiffly.

When a lane opens up, you hurry over before someone else claims it. You do not linger. You’ve never been the lingering sort.

When he reaches a point of readiness, he removes his hands from his hips and dives into the pool. His dive curves like a cork-screw or a question mark. The shape of him hangs in the air. He resurfaces half-way down the lane in mid-stroke.

He is long limbed with a wide wing span. Swimming the crawl, he lifts his arms out of the water and brings them down heavily, with hurt in the motion. You are long limbed with what an observer would call swimmer’s shoulders. A yoke could be hung upon you and your shoulders would bear the weight. You have borne the weight. A keen observer would see the dent that weight has made in your shoulder blades.

He swims in the middle lane; you swim in the lane next to him as if you were in a floating bed with a rope running down the middle, as if you were betrothed but not yet married. You never brush against each other.

After a few lengths, he removes his red suit. Underneath he wears a dark blue nylon suit. It is skimpy. He throws the red shorts onto the edge of the pool in a wet heap. He’s practiced at this strip, has it down to three quick steps. Why does he wear a suit over his suit? Why not just wear the little blue suit from the start? Before getting out of the pool, at the end of his swim, he puts the red suit back over his blue suit. This operation is much more difficult than taking them off. They are wet and uncooperative. It requires many attempts underwater while holding his breath. An observer would find his behavior curious and wonder what motivates his underwater strip. You would say modesty, the modesty of the no longer young who no longer likes to be seen in a state of near undress.

An observer would say he is a more powerful swimmer than you are—that he has the upper hand. An observer assumes someone has the upper hand in any pairing, that there is no such thing as equals when it comes to men and women in the pool. He flips at either end and sprays water high in the air above him. But is he; is he the stronger one? What defines power—speed, velocity, parting the waters, or making the slightest disturbance? Maybe you are the more powerful—after all, sometimes when you come to the pool in the middle of the corn fields at 3 o’clock, everything you are is understood by the word swimmer. You are the incarnation of stealth and that has power, too. You prefer his back stroke—it’s quiet as if he’s swimming inside the water. Swimming next to him when he is on his back you do not feel lonely as you do at other times. But an observer would say his crawl is his most powerful stroke, the way he whacks the surface and makes a spray.

When he’s finished, he hangs on the wall sunning. Eventually he hoists himself out of the water and returns to his chaise. When you’re done, you haul yourself up the long ladder, rung by rung, your eyes open and unguarded now against the great bands of light.

An observer would say your lives have not touched. An observer would say no charge has been exchanged in the water, no lines crossed. An observer would say no attention has passed between you, no language shared. An observer would watch as he slips his feet back into his flip flops and exits back into the parking lot from where he came. And an observer would watch as you gather your towels and hustle out the exit by the tennis courts. An observer would say you are strangers still, and there is nothing between you but water. But then, an observer does not realize the importance of water.

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