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Year founded:
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Sheila Liming
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'Activities' by Andrea Gregory
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineEveryone I know is a recovering alcoholic. All they ever want to talk
about is how they don’t drink anymore. It’s boring. Th e only time they tell
the good stories is when they get together in secret meetings held in the
church basement. Sometimes I go to these meetings. Th ey’re for members
only. I joined for the activities.
“Hi, my name is Leah, and I’m an alcoholic,” I say to an audience sitting in a semi- circle of folding chairs. “It has been twenty- six hours since
my last drink.” I don’t want to lie. I used to lie a lot as a kid. I try not to do
it as much anymore.
Th e group looks at me with disappointed eyes.
“It’s okay,” says Mark. I get that a lot.
Yesterday, I was invited out for drinks aft er work. I’m only the receptionist so it was a pity invite. I had one beer and left.
'The Wedding' by Richard Risemberg
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineForgive me if I roll my eyes while I tell you this, but our son didn’t invite
us to his wedding. It’s true that he got married in a quickie civil ceremony
in one of those blank rooms in the courthouse, but still. You’d think a kid,
even a kid who had no interest in ceremonies, would invite his own parents to his wedding. Or marriage ceremony, or whatever you want to call
it when you’re too precise, too dry, which is Drew all the way. He didn’t
invite friends either, and I know he has a few. We were permitted to join
him for what passed for a reception: just the four of us, an ordinary dinner at an ordinary restaurant that I knew we wouldn’t even remember the
next week, let alone in our rapidly- approaching old age. And it was the
fi rst time we’d met Alison, his bride. Let me tell you, she seemed a little
stunned by the turn of events.
'I Cannot Consume' by Steve Lovett
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazinewhat you consume. Television
shows everyone knows. Books and books
and books. Articles, journals, Kindles,
and Nooks. Z- Phone XIIs, tombstone bells.
I read a line
and gaze
out the window,
thinking, drinking
coff ee, enjoying
the cream
in the coffee
with no television.
Th en I read again
where I’ve just been.
'The Workshop' by Dan Moreau
(excerpt)
Read the full piece in the magazineI always came to in the same seminar room with Gertrude, Ray, Flannery,
Ernest and Bill. Gertrude’s stories were usually letters cut out of magazines that looked like ransom notes. Ray’s pages were covered in cigarette
ash, coff ee rings and grease blots. No one wrote better than Flannery and
we all knew this. Bill favored linen suits, Ernest safari gear, and Ray liked
polyester blends that looked like they were from Goodwill.
Aft er class Flannery would stagger past me in her crutches. One night
Ray had to excuse himself amid a coughing fi t. I asked him if he was going to be all right. He nodded, holding a bloody handkerchief over his
mouth. Ernest usually woke up Bill when it was time to leave and together
they would stagger out into the night leaning on each other for support.
At the end of every class I’d fall asleep. When I woke up next, the class
would be peering out at me, as if I’d been drooling on myself in my sleep.
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