Sarah Gerkensmeyer- “Ramona” in American Short Fiction

Sarah Gerkensmeyer- “Ramona” in American Short Fiction:

Ramona used to say, “When it’s on the outside I feel self-conscious.” We did overnights at her house that summer. After finishing the sixth grade, we had stopped calling them sleepovers. Ramona had a full-sized bed, but I still felt scrunched up next to her when we were in it. We didn’t press into each other while we slept, but I think I felt pushed up against her because of what I knew about her heart. About how sometimes it flipped and somersaulted and somehow ended up on the outside of her skin, resting there on the wrong side of her body for a few seconds like a wild bird afraid to fly away but so eager to do it. […]

Nate Lippens from My Dead Book:

Rudy shuffles his stories: He had a disastrous affair with a couple in L.A. (“It wasn’t called a thrupple then,” he says. “I was just a great piece of ass,”) sold Black Beauties in Washington Square Park, abandoned his apartment in Berlin to the street kids he photographed. “I don’t remember the order,” he says. “As John Ford once said, Print the legend.”

Diane Seuss’s “Rhapsody” in Ninth Letter.


Sam Lipsyte from The Art of Fiction, No. 242 in Paris Review: “You can write things beyond your intellectual capacity. If you stay in this act of composition… and stick to the sentences, they will lead you to utterances you wouldn’t have thought of just sitting around trying to decide what to write.”