By LUCAS SOUTHWORTH BWR Genre Editor, Fiction, 2007-2008 In the weeks after the murder, the world is silent, motionless. Blood or the possibility of blood covers everything. It marks the white shirts hanging in the closet. It sinks into cracks on wood floors....
By ARIANA-SOPHIA KARTSONI BWR Genre Editor, Fiction, 1997-1998 I have loved you as time searched for its wristwatch and several hours rushed over the hill or was it years while the loss cost us all. I meant to say the lost (or was it lust) cut us all. In any...
By SUSAN GOSLEE BWR Genre Editor, Poetry, 1999-2000 As if for a military portrait, in profile, a perfect right triangle of a sit, the wolf-hybrid stares toward the back of the truck’s camper. His long, full tail wraps his side and snaps into place at his...
By MICHAEL PETTIT BWR Editor 1981-1982 What is not Watson? Who? Isn’t he you, imagining yourself Watson? Watson, Alexander Graham Bell said, come here, I want you. So the telephone was born, and telemarketers calling strangers at what they no doubt know...
By TJ BEITELMAN BWR Editor 2000-2001 This is the story of his life he drew up around himself: what catches his interest will not hold his interest. That part is a given. One man’s sneeze. Another man’s bow tie.——I just talked to Ellen I just talked to Ellen I...