“Been to Las Vegas? Clean. Corporate. Sleek, serious suit. We’re that guy’s kid brother selling Adderall in the parking lot.” That’s a line I use at cocktail parties and readings and the like. Book...

“Been to Las Vegas? Clean. Corporate. Sleek, serious suit. We’re that guy’s kid brother selling Adderall in the parking lot.” That’s a line I use at cocktail parties and readings and the like. Book...
Part 1: The Healing Shed In 2016, my husband burned our guesthouse to the ground. He left a t-shirt over a lightbulb while painting the eaves, and the fire inspector said the motion detector probab...
Only the dead have seen the end of war –Plato he lies down, finally to rest. grey light bands his closed door with no silver at the edges. They said he left one foot in the sand. wait, a head no, a...
As Suzanne Rancourt notes, her work is a bridge between disparate worlds, attempting to make connections between these worlds, whether they be the Indigenous and Anglo worlds, or the worlds of the ...
The brass buttons are piled in a bowl that sits on the shop counter beside the cash register, so I buy one,watch as the clerk drops itinto a paper bag, gently folding the open end overso the button...
John Gurdenson’s legs weren’t what they used to be, and though the veteran charged hard on the forecheck, he was slow, too heavy and slow, and all of us in the arena groaned as the puck slipped dow...
There are four ways of telling what happened. 1. Just tell the truth. Some stories are told just once; others are told over and over again, like myths and legends. We remember such stories not beca...
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Time is much longer when you’re sober, moments like molecules dragging into pixelated detail with nothing to dull the sharp edges. I sit quietly on the beach this morning melting into day. Th...
An homage to Jamaica Kincaid’s “Girl” (The New Yorker, June 1978). Wake up at oh-my-god-o’clock on Monday and run six miles; run another six miles at the same time Tuesday through...
INTRO: Vince Gabriel has been making music since his high school days in New Jersey. Born in South Amboy on September 16, 1947, he learned the guitar after his father brought one home. Influe...
The head, decapitated,it sits on a shore, at some corner of the world.Desperation is what they feel as blood gushes out from the half-neck.Death, however, has always been there,nothing new, ...
One of the first books I read was given to me by my father, who got it from his father—a children’s version of the Iliad and the Odyssey. Opening the tome in the garret that was our home, I’d be tr...
Here are questions. How is it possible to engage in a process of healing for the evils of history? Who has the right to ask forgiveness for historical crimes? Who will be chosen to represent ...
Three Snapshots of Superman’s Mother Budapest, Hungary. December 1944. This stagnant end squats over its vile startFaster than a speeding bullet! from the slag pile, the louse wasteMore...
The Staff Sergeant shifted in his tight, class-A uniform and frowned. Phones rang and keyboards, the primary weapon of administrative Marines, clicked in the busy Personnel Support Detachment offic...
Jason Moon served in Iraq with a combat engineering battalion. He returned to the States in 2004 and was eventually diagnosed by VA psychologists with depression, insomnia, and adjustment disorder....
Homecoming He doesn’t feel quite right, being there—same house, a little run down, dirtierthan he remembers. They smile and shake his hand,escort him to his room—with everythingjust where he left i...
Nostalgia is another word for history, but only our personal, petty, smalltime histories; history is all about the size of the frame, and nostalgia is a 3×5 photograph cropped around the perfe...
MISSION 376: PATIENT X There’s dirt in his mouth now ...
The motto of the U.S. Marine Corps, or USMC, is “Semper Fidelis.” Commonly translated to “always faithful,” the motto—adopted in 1883 upon the urging of Colonel Charles McCawley, 8th commandant of ...
“What do you think?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “Could be an ambush.” “Could be.” “But here? The corps is miles back.” “Looks like it broke down.” It was true. Steam trailed through ...
The War in Coming Out Today we honor those soldiers who fought for our country against oppressing forces. It was a matter of showing up. Like Leonard said, They gave me a medal for killing two men ...
The following excerpt is from Teresa Fazio’s Fidelis: A Memoir, reprinted with permission from Potomac Books. A week before leaving Iraq, I shuffled through my post-deployment health as...
As Patrick Hicks’s novel In the Shadow of Dora opens, it is July 1969 in bright-and-sunny Cape Canaveral, Florida. In just a few days the United States will send astronauts to the moon for the firs...
INTRODUCTION Emily Yates joined the Army at 19, spent six years in, from 2002 until her “release,” as she puts it, in 2008, finishing as an E-4, and served two deployments to Iraq in 2005-06 and 20...
He had one scar when I met him, a single blow to the back of his neck in the soft fleshy space between head gear and body armor. He liked to say, I’ll tell you this for free. I’d move in close and ...
We were the HMDs: the human mine detectors. In a sense the job was easy, but impossible to do well. There was no good method, for example, by which to differentiate animal carcasses packed with hig...
That evening, at half past nine To William, the question of his mother is clear. The question of his father is more complicated, because there is Peter. The night that they meet, William is about s...
Elliot Ackerman is the author of four novels–most recently Red Dress in Black and White, set in Istanbul primarily during the 2013 Gezi Park protests–and a memoir. Here’s a synops...
CASAVA REPUBLICS Juba Child of lost sperm in sunsets of political masturbation Wagadugu Deadline of our revolutions Darfur Constipated stomach ,disease ravaged, bloodless dozing monk. Nairobi...
Mosul Reflections Ten years and the place is not the same. Memory of green hills in a dry land,cratered by what fell from the sky.I don’t know whether to trust the imageon the screen or the one in ...
First Sergeant Russell Tuason faces a dilemma: does he deploy once again to Iraq to lead the troops he has been training, or does he take a meritorious retirement from the Army and begin a family w...
Americans do not genuinely support the troops. This is the impression Ben Fountain’s 2012 war novel Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk left me with. Though American society supports their mi...
We start again:With promises made for silver pass, platinum deferment,tithing calls go out to the faithful wealthy,subscribers to the graveyard newsletter.Minute Men race for lifting choppers.Laugh...
In view of the failures of the COVID-19 pandemic in the USA, which has seen over 2 million cases and more than 115,000 deaths as of this writing, the very idea of American exceptionalism has unrave...
daily exercise (haiku) my morning poemshave begun to sound like Tweetsfragments of bird song America we best reflect the spaces between us when we stand together I tell my children to clean their o...
By M.C. Armstrong and Noor Ghazi Protestors in Iraq have a great deal in common with the new wave of protestors in the United States. David McAtee, the owner of a barbecue restaurant and an unarmed...
A nuclear reactor is nothing more than a glorified water heater. Sailors as young as nineteen, kids, bombard uranium atoms with neutrons until the binding energy of the atom is no longer able to ho...
These days they call me by name: Hope. By “they,” I mean the people in our small dusty town, Masaka, where everyone knows everyone. When I was a little girl living with my grandmother, all I wanted...
A photo essay on the ongoing struggle of Korean “comfort women” In 2010, I visited The House of Sharing, a residence and nursing home outside of Seoul, South Korea, for former Korean “comfort women...
The top of the mountain is hidden.It looks like a cloud of smoke.But it’s a snow filled cloud.The map says it’s thirty-seven hundredand sixty-nine feet.The clouds must be about thirty-f...
watch what they mouth say, but listen what they hands do i grew up hearing certain accents & vocabularies & speech patterns that were the aural essence of Home or the audible signal of dang...
The Things You Leave Out after Yamamoto Jōchō, Jim Morrison, and Robert Frost You quote One cannot perform feats of greatnessin a normal frame of mind. You leave out One mus...
The first time I met you I fought your father in the driveway. He fisted a tire iron, but he’d been drinking and he only clipped my forearm with his looping swing. That’s really where my scar comes...
It was a relatively clear and cool night in the spring of 2008 on our fortified U.S. compound, Camp David, which was co-located on the property of the Najaf Technical University at the southern end...
I got off the bus and a woman kept pace. Skinny black jeans with a fat silver belt of keys. “I know how you feel.” “I feel fine.” I was lost. I asked her for directions. She took out a red inhaler,...
In the first weeks of lockdown, I paced my two-room Harlem apartment, feeling trapped while an unpredictable threat loomed. After a few days, it clicked— the collective need for vigilance and prote...
The following short story is based on the myth “Ceyx and Alceone,” as recounted in Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Cy busied himself with the by–now routine activities of a combat patrol: gathering his perso...