Calvin Hennick
A Cowboy Cannot Be Without His Hat

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Calvin Hennick’s stories, essays, and journalism have appeared in dozens of publications, including Bellevue Literary Review and The Boston Globe. He teaches writing at the Grub Street independent… Read more »
Maya Schenwar
Barnacle Goose

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Maya Schenwar is a writer, journalist and editor of the news website Truthout. Her journalistic work has been published in Truthout, The New York Times, The Guardian, The Nation, and others. She… Read more »
Timur Karaca

Timur Karaca - Object

Timur Jonathan Karaca’s stories have appeared in Indiana Review and Narrative. He is a practicing anesthesiologist, and a student at the Writers Studio, San Francisco. He lives in Oakland. Read more »
Tim Fitts
Stripping Roses

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Tim Fitts lives and works in Philadelphia with his wife and two children. He is on the editorial staff of the Painted Bride Quarterly, and his stories have been published by The Gettysburg Review,… Read more »
Barbara Nishimoto
The Firebird

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Barbara Nishimoto was born in Chicago, and grew up along with her two sisters in the western suburbs. She is a Sansei and spent most of her working life as a teacher in such locations as the Alaskan… Read more »
Catherine Carberry
There Is Land Everywhere

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Catherine Carberry serves as Assistant Editor of Mid-American Review and Bartleby Snopes. Her fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in publications including North American Review, The Greensboro… Read more »

There Is Land Everywhere

Catherine Carberry

When I see the wall from the airplane, I know there is something my husband has neglected to tell me. Our daughter is five, a year younger than our marriage, and she reaches over me to look out the window. From above, the wall looks like sea-foam ringing the shoreline, casting long shadows on the sand. The wall is set high on the beach amidst dry grasses. There are no tall resorts or hotels on the island, no bright beach towels or discarded plastic toys. The sand is white and vast and empty.

My husband explains that two hundred years ago, a hurricane ravaged the island and left the islanders terrified of water. They built a wall surrounding the entire island to deny the water, to comfort themselves.

Why don’t they leave? I ask.

They know how to adapt, my husband says. Think about your parents staying put despite tornados.

Before he met me, my husband tried to kill himself twice, once as a child and once again as a young man. I am the only person who knows this secret. We are moving to this island because my husband wants to learn about limits. He… Read more »