- By Christin Howard
“Corporal Belknap’s eyes were gone, white cotton: he must have drunk twenty beers himself. Which explained why he was leaning against the Humvee like a bike without a kickstand, why Sullivan couldn’t deceipher his latest slurred monologue—a single word he kept repeating, something like hurt, or heart, or was it help? – From “Gasoline,” Summer 2019 (Vol. 60, Issue 2)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
In second grade I wrote a story on the classroom computer, which the teacher, Ms. Picozzi, let me use when I was done with my assignments. I wrote a first-person adventure story, all action, little dialogue: I climbed up a ladder, I went through a tunnel, I came to...