The Observer

Family Business

August 3, 2011

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By Caitlin McElroy Margaret Lamb/Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize (Fiction) Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 I worked for my dad for about two hours before he fired me.   We’d both gotten up early that morning so he could teach me how to work the register.  It wasn’t that hard, and I was a...

You Are What You Eat

August 3, 2011

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By GREG IACRUCI Bernice Kilduff White & John White Creative Writing Prize Award Winner Published: April 20, 2011 A man and his wife sat at the dinner table. The food on their plates breathed steam and looked up at them with sad eyes. “I want a divorce,” the woman said. “I can change. Let me change.” “Fine, ...

The Beach

August 3, 2011

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By Naima Coster Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 The beach was a short drive from Kathy’s house. The shore was all flatland, white sand broken up by iridescent rocks and patches of yellow grass. “I told you it was beautiful,” said Frank, as he and Kathy spread blankets on the ground. Jessica didn’t agree. The...

Vero Eretico

August 3, 2011

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By Matt Petronzio Academy of American Poets Prize Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 Profilo Continuo del Duce, Renato Bertelli, 1933 Renato gives birth to Benito a second time, a thousand times over. From every angle, in every light, he carves his face in terracotta and preserves it forever in bronze. Il Duce is mo...

You Embarrass Me

August 3, 2011

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By Jorge Rojas Ully Hirsch/Robert F. Nettleton Poetry Prize Runner-Up Published: April 20, 2011 Mom, I don’t go out with you anymore, at least, not how I used to, when I was younger, when we used to go to Flushing Meadows Park and sell empanadas to old Hispanic men, in cargo shorts and faded t-shirts, while they sat and reminisced. &...

Wordcage

August 3, 2011

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By Sadia Noor Asst. Blog Editor Published: April 14, 2011 I feel changed, less tame, I am filled with strange thoughts. Is this growing up? Is it time? Daughter, you’re young, your youth is still on. But I’ll answer your queries, with the wisdom of time.   Tell me mother, will my limbs grow long? ...

Attack

August 3, 2011

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By Maxwell Slade Contributing Writer Published: April 14, 2011 Todd had to jump out of the jeep because it had been hit in the back by a shell, and he figured it would probably catch fire soon. It happened quite often these days. He plopped himself down behind a little hill where a couple of his comrades were. Dust wa...

Voicemail

August 3, 2011

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By Sarah Madges Contributing Writer Published: April 14, 2011 Mom called, left a message about a shotgun and the reasons she has to use one. She might as well have told me dinner’s in the fridge, the way she sounded so casual, like more than her life wasn’t at stake, like it was for our sakes she...

Airplane Hill

August 3, 2011

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By Ian Christie Contributing Writer Published: March 31, 2011 My father is a big man so big he once heaved the kitchen table out the front door of our sturdy red-brick single story home   did so easily   and with such velocity it splintered impacting the lawn and continued on...

The Emblem

August 3, 2011

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By Zoë Simpson Contributing Writer Published: March 31, 2011 Each petal smolders with infamous complexion— a passive bloom to injure witless gall Rancor lies safe beneath the velvet film, in veins across its languid form (frailty making sweet the nectar venom) Blessed be this emblem of her dominance, She whose quiet eyes and mild voice ...

In Search of Sean Flynn & Dana Stone

August 3, 2011

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By Nick Iorio Contributing Writer Published: March 31, 2011 spill such vile bile slush sunny faces, happy to care for contrived diversity, intimacy a set nestled in a sterile womb, lost to art. No part ceases, reabsorbed, cell slurped carcass, I had a friend; I hope he rots, the ground, squirming skitter...

Stolen Ovaries

August 3, 2011

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By Jessica Charles Contributing Writer Published: March 3, 2011 The thief came and stole her ovaries. She joined the ranks of those past-thirty, Becoming folklore, a tale for cautious mothers: “Could be you if you don’t wear your galoshes!” Or, “act like a penitent—remember What happened to her...