Des scènes d’un match de foot by Xavier Jones

Le ventre de la Place de la Révolution s’était rempli par des masses parisiennes assoiffées de justice. Ce jour froid de janvier, ils boiraient chaud. Mais ce jour-là, la boisson serait épicée d’un ingrédient inconnu depuis l’ascension des premiers rois d’histoire: l’égalité. Le devoir ne s’est fait ni sans hésitation, ni avec un zèle sanguinaire non plus. La seule espèce de cérémonie, le roulement insolent … Continue reading Des scènes d’un match de foot by Xavier Jones

Carlos and Us by Ewa Mazierska

Tony met him during his second morning run on the beach near Puerto Plata. They ran in the opposite directions on the empty beach, crossing each other’s paths at half past four in the morning. For the first time, they just looked at each other, not sure whether to acknowledge each other’s presence. But the next day the guy stopped and asked Tony where he … Continue reading Carlos and Us by Ewa Mazierska

Our Table by Harry McEwan

Marion had made all the arrangements herself. It was no great feat, though. For almost three decades of marriage, she had always managed things perfectly. Exotic travel, hotel rooms, philharmonic tickets, private museum tours, five-star restaurant reservations. Her husband and children and friends never ceased to marvel how seamlessly her plans unfurled, how gracious she was at every step of their unfurling. Today was no … Continue reading Our Table by Harry McEwan

“The World Writes Itself” by Chris Campanioni

My first real job was as a journalist; I reported during the day, copy-edited at night. I worked for three of the largest newspapers in the nation. I couldn’t wait to get out. My press pass said EDITORIAL/NEWS REPORTER but what I really was or what I really wanted to be was a recorder, recording details and sensations about the people and their lives, not … Continue reading “The World Writes Itself” by Chris Campanioni

The Opiate Vol. 6 Reading at Pacific Standard

They say it’s too expensive to live in New York. And yes, it’s true. So maybe that’s why you couldn’t come to the reading of The Opiate, Vol. 6. Or maybe you’re just an illiterate sumbitch who would prefer to watch your “stories” on the screen. Whatever the case, now you can watch us on the screen, in this crude combo of reimagining and actual … Continue reading The Opiate Vol. 6 Reading at Pacific Standard