By JOSEPH HARRIS Published: April 24, 2012 Excerpt from Performing & Telling Your Life The lights come up. The stage is set. The microphones are hot. The pimply-faced techies are waiting for cues. I had a simple direction: cross stage left, hit my mark, wait for my next scene. I knew this very well. My legs, however, were gi...

By RACHEL WILLARD Published: April 24, 2012 Excerpt from Performing & Telling Your Life Excuse me? Am I here alone? Oh, no, no….with a friend. She’s over there, somewhere. There she is—black tank top, long hair—see? I don’t know who that man touching her back is, though. And I certainly don’t know why he...

By KRISTEN SHARP Bernice Kilduff White & John J. White Creative Writing Prize Winner (Fiction) On ...

By NAIMA COSTER Margaret Lamb/Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize Co-Winner (Fiction) Mirella could not rest. It was too quiet in the residence, too far from the road. She heard only the humming of the generator downstairs, the crickets tuning up their legs. Her lover breathed hard beside her, his hands on the back of h...