October 15, 2015

Carve Magazine

Fall 2015, Raymond Carver Contest

Kudzu by Andrea Bobotis

October 15, 2015

Carve Magazine

Fall 2015, Raymond Carver Contest

She could barely make him out. He—she was certain the figure was a he—was a fleck, a disturbance on the horizon, and—this was another certainty—he was coming her way.

December 15, 2013

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Winter 2013

Eminence by Caroline Casper

December 15, 2013

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Winter 2013

We once had to make a list of all the things we didn’t remember.

December 15, 2011

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Winter 2011

Word Booth by Michael Landau

December 15, 2011

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Winter 2011

In the center of town was a square, and in the center of the square was a huge green lawn, and in the center of the lawn was a booth.

September 15, 2011

Carve Magazine

Fall 2011, Raymond Carver Contest

The English Speakers by Sarah Quigley

September 15, 2011

Carve Magazine

Fall 2011, Raymond Carver Contest

They are English speakers, he and she. They speak English very well: very well indeed.

June 15, 2011

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Summer 2011

And They Pillaged the Dead by David Cameron*

June 15, 2011

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Summer 2011

And They Pillaged the Dead by David Cameron*

The strangest part was that smoking hash with grandma wasn’t the strangest part.

March 15, 2011

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Spring 2011

Here/Now by Frances Clow

March 15, 2011

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Spring 2011

It’s a Sunday night tradition:

-I go and buy the cheapest bottle of red wine from California at the liquor store.

December 15, 2010

Carve Magazine

Winter 2010, Raymond Carver Contest

Unpracticed Altitudes by Shaun Hamill

December 15, 2010

Carve Magazine

Winter 2010, Raymond Carver Contest

Onscreen, the pug pulls away just as Mrs. Hernandez in 7C calls to complain about an awful noise coming from the roof.

December 15, 2008

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Winter 2008

The Candy House of Roscoe, New York by Meagan Cass

December 15, 2008

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Winter 2008

The Candy House of Roscoe, New York by Meagan Cass

They woke in the night, in their childhood homes, with a strange, mawkish hunger, a sprain in the chest, a clench of the gut, a small, dull-toothed animal stirring.