Glimmer Train Stories, #53 - Softcover

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Ann Harleman's 1994 collection, Happiness, won the Iowa Short Fiction Award; Best American Short Stories listed the title story among the 100 Distinguished Stories of 1993. A novel, Bitter Lake, was published in 1996 by Southern Methodist University Press. Her work has also appeared in O. Henry Prize Stories, Shenandoah, the Virginia Quarterly Review, the Southern Review, American Fiction, Ploughshares, Story, and elsewhere. Among her awards are Guggenheim and Rockefeller fellowships and the PEN Syndicated Fiction Award. She is on the faculties of Brown University and the Rhode Island School of Design.

Julie Rose received her MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop, where she was the recipient of a Teaching-Writing Fellowship. A member of the fiction-writing faculty at Vassar College, she lives in Canaan, Connecticut, and is at work on a novel. Julie also holds a PhD in American Literature from NYU, which she tries not to let interfere too much with her writing. She is thrilled to be making her debut as a published writer in Glimmer Train.

Amy Karr was born in Cobleskill, New York to a flautist and a dairy farmer. She has worked as a freelance editor, webmaster for the Knitting Factory, and Assistant Editor of the Hudson Review, and has written reviews for Crushguide and Review: Literature and Arts of the Americas. Her writing is largely inspired by travel in Scotland, Norway, Spain, and the United States. She has a BA in creative writing from Middlebury College and some graduate coursework in Writing as Expressive Therapy.

Kate Kasten teaches English as a Second Language at the University of Iowa. Her stories have appeared in American Literary Review, Northwest Review, and the Somersault Press Side Show fiction anthology. She has co-authored, with Sandra de Helen, a musical-theatre satire of the Nancy Drew mystery series and has completed a novel, a collection of short stories, a book of fairy tales for adults, and a children's book.

Yelizaveta P. Renfro was born in the Soviet Union to a Russian mother and American father. She came to the U.S. when she was three and grew up in Riverside, California. She holds an MFA from George Mason University and is currently working on a PhD at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in the North American Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, So to Speak, and other publications. She lives in Lincoln, Nebraska with her husband, Douglas, and her cat, Chaos.

Kurt Rheinheimer's fiction has appeared in more than forty magazines, ranging from Redbook and Playgirl to Carolina Quarterly and Shenandoah. This is his second appearance in Glimmer Train. Four of his stories have been anthologized in volumes of New Stories from the South: The Year's Best from Algonquin Books. He lives in Roanoke, Virginia with his wife and a varying number of their five sons, and serves as editor of Blue Ridge Country magazine.

George Fahey lives with his wife, Mary, in San Francisco. This is his second appearance among these pages.

Alan Arthur Drew first failed as a painter and then as a singer before trying his hand at writing. He has taught English literature in San Francisco and Istanbul, -Turkey. He completed an MFA in Creative Writing from the Iowa Writers' Workshop in the spring of 2004, and now lives in Cincinnati with his wife, Miriam, and their eleven-month-old son, Nathaniel.

Jimmy Olsen is a native of Hoffman, Minnesota, and has degrees from St. Cloud State University and the University of Alabama. He's worked as a newspaper reporter, editor, and photographer. A life-long scuba diver (instructor since 1974), he lived five years in the Dominican Republic where he taught English and owned a dive shop. His first novel, Things in Ditches, was published in 2000, to be followed by The Poison Makers from Capra Press.

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Ann Harleman
Stalin Dreaming
For a second he holds his son s bandaged feet, one in each hand, as if weighing them. Then he sets them gently down.

Julie Rose
Pinhead
Her dark hair is tangled over her face. Her birdlike chest heaves as I push my hands against her sternum, blow breath into her, as if encouraging a fragile fire.

Amy Karr
The Way to Make a Road
There was something treacherous and lovely about the slope of the hill today. The fog lay on the ground blocking the road, blocking the sun. A cloud so depressed it could not stay in the sky. A wall protecting the sky from the sight of us.

Kate Kasten
Home Fires
Six months later, on the day Hans turned eighteen, he enlisted in the army, missing by one year the opportunity to fight in a war, the Korean conflict having finally ended in 1954.

Yelizaveta P. Renfro
Thanksgiving with the Scheffels
The meal and the guests were to be lassoed together into one moment, secured by the palpable bright fabric of his words. We have much to be thankful for, we have so much to be thankful for, he began to think as the alarm clock bored into his restless sleep.

Kurt Rheinheimer
Grand Strand
He was, even with his hair gone gray and his face cut with lines through the cheeks, and his three days of splotchy white beard, the same rooster of a boy she had first gone out with almost thirty years back.

George Fahey
Flesh and Blood
I m the one who is the opposite. I m the waiter son. Success has to have an opposite and I fulfill that role for Everardo. I m a good brother.

Alan Arthur Drew
Fault Lines
She touches her hand to my knee, and her touch, as always, reminds me why I married her. "I think they might never get along." "They re okay. They re stuck with each other, so they better figure it out." "Yes, but there s no blood between them. They don t see themselves in each other."

Jimmy Olsen
Closing Dhor s
She noticed how thin the doctor kept himself. They all did now. Running and exercising to keep fit and add years to their lives. Too bad it had to be added to the end. Years added to the end were just extra weight.

Paul Mandelbaum
Yoga Is a Personal Journey
"Who said all humankind was ashamed of me. I don t know how you come to decide that." Ziv shrugged. "Maybe that was a bit sweeping."

Daniel Mason
Interviewed by Linda B. Swanson-Davies
In a way, that s the nice part about writing you can work backwards, and assign a moment to remember.

Laurence de Looze
Jazz Standards
In high school I hung out with the horn players. Horn players are a different breed from violinists or oboists. They tinker with their horns, day in and day out, the way other guys might hover over car engines in their garages.

Doug Crandell
Properties of Storm for Healing
I felt oily and unclean; the way your skin feels after a long ride, as if your body has started to prepare itself for death because it thinks your sitting on your ass for over eleven hours is a sign you ve given up.