By DAN KAPLAN BWR Editor, Fiction, 2003-2004 What is that jingle again Who is roofer to the world. Re: Beethoven and the electric toothbrush: not true. Over the afternoon, masses disagree with heat. How easily it fits into any briefcase or purse. What we are...
By B.J. HOLLARS BWR Genre Editor, Nonfiction, 2008-2009 From the interior of The Shadow Room, I watch his shadow fade. Though not yet two, Henry understand the intricate process: how we tuck ourselves into the darkened room in the children’s museum, slap a...
By SARAH BLACKMAN BWR Genre Editor, Fiction, 2005-2006 My father stared at me. You can imagine: his hands on either side of his plate, his chop growing gray as it leaked into the peas. We sat that way. Then my father lifted his fork and knife and cut a bite out...
By LOUIE SKIPPER BWR Guest Poetry Editor, 1978 I flew into San Francisco on the Monday night before 9/11, the unthinkable becoming that point where beginning has no choice but going on. Planes grounded, I spent days in front of Rothko, his great canvas...
By KATE LORENZ BWR Editor 2009-2010 Carla is on a dinner date, sitting across from a man her work friend has set her up with. This is an unusual scenario, since these days a person usually consults the internet to find a potential match. The internet algorithms...