Zazz Zu Zazz
I’d stopped at a drugstore on 125th Street after school to buy some bubble gum when I heard a scuffle break out and a woman scream…
Fall 2009 Issue
Editor's Note
Welcome to the inaugural issue of Solstice: A Magazine of Diverse Voices. We're pleased to announced our new 2010 Literary Contest. $1,000 Prize for Fiction and/or Nonfiction. Final Judge: ANDRE DUBUS. And $500 Prize for Poetry. Final Judge: TERRANCE HAYES. Click Contests for details. We welcome your regular submissions as well, and the authors welcome comments on their terrific pieces. Also, please note our outstanding photography section. Check in for updates in the next week. We're starting a new dialogue. Lee Hope
The Square Seascapes Series
At the remote tip of Cape Cod lies a vast terrain of rolling sand dunes, scrub oak and pine, bogs and marshes. I chose a square format, the simplest possible shape – in each picture I split the frame into two equal parts, placing the horizon in the center of the frame, thus forming a [...]
Funeral Detail – April 2009 from We All Fall Down
As the rain poured down, Justin was not looking forward to getting out of the van. He was not looking forward to playing the fake, electric, bugle for the hero that he was being paid fifty bucks to honor…
Season of Giving
It was the humblest of hometowns, but in a secret place inside himself he liked to think of it as The City By The Sea…
Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
When I asked Bird if she would stay for good, she laughed and said You should know by now. Don’t you know what I’m thinking? This was after the fire…
Long Gone, a Tamara Hayle Mystery — Chapter One
I was Pet Hayle’s one and only call, which shocked the hell out of me…
One Last Time
“Danny died Tuesday,” Parker’s tight voice announces.
“I’m not having a good day,” I tell the answering machine, refusing to pick up…
World Wide Web
It’s a little like Gulliver, pinned down by Lilliputians—
the whole planet woven back and forth with invisible bonds of electricity…
Fruit in Season
That spring after my brother’s
death I worked in an orchard . . .
Ontology
In every age there are two people
charged with holding up the sky…
