Dick Price: Telling how I’d stepped away from good-paying jobs—some with paid vacations and full healthcare coverage—to one that paid $400 a month, plus my own room in the halfway house, all the food I could eat and donated clothes I could wear, and gas for my car, that might be a place to start.
Past Controls the Present in Lisa Reddick’s ‘The Same River’
Robert M. Nelson: This tale of environmental degradation unveils a spectrum of human behaviors shaped by local circumstances. These localized behaviors, good and bad, have global applicability.
Walking Late at Night
Dick Price: Picking up her pace and averting her eyes as she approached, she hugged the far side of the walkway and skirted quickly past to avoid my hulking figure.
The Last Kill Shot
Dick Price: It was overkill, every bit of it—the grunt, the huge swing, the twisting hips, the spray of perspiration, even the unsteady lumbering back toward the middle.
Lost Spirits of the Lake Where a Mother Found the Face of a Mountain
Paul Haeder: Fractured images of a father chopping wood for the pot-belly stove. A mother torn between the beatings and the bottle, yet raging inside Tory is the feeling of slag spilling over a metal barrel.