Strict Standards: Redefining already defined constructor for class XML_Parser in /home/sites/www.americanpoems.com/web/store/aom/includes/os.php on line 1188

Strict Standards: Declaration of XML_Parser::raiseError() should be compatible with PEAR::raiseError($message = NULL, $code = NULL, $mode = NULL, $options = NULL, $userinfo = NULL, $error_class = NULL, $skipmsg = false) in /home/sites/www.americanpoems.com/web/store/aom/includes/os.php on line 1604

Strict Standards: Declaration of XML_Unserializer::startHandler() should be compatible with XML_Parser::startHandler($xp, $elem, &$attribs) in /home/sites/www.americanpoems.com/web/store/aom/includes/os.php on line 3503

Strict Standards: Declaration of Cache_Lite_File::get() should be compatible with Cache_Lite::get($id, $group = 'default', $doNotTestCacheValidity = false) in /home/sites/www.americanpoems.com/web/store/aom/includes/cache.php on line 1020
American Poems: Books: Glimmer Train Stories, #84
Home
Apparel
Appliances
Books
DVD
Electronics
Home & Garden
Kindle eBooks
Magazines
Music
Outdoor Living
Software
Tools & Hardware
PC & Video Games
Location:
 Home » Books » Glimmer Train Stories, #84

Glimmer Train Stories, #84

  • Buy New: $6.00
  • as of 8/23/2014 16:21 EDT details
In Stock
New (2) Used (11) from $5.00
  • Languages:English (Unknown), English (Published)
  • Media:Paperback
  • Edition:#84
  • Pages:212
  • Shipping Weight (lbs):0.7
  • Dimensions (in):8.9 x 6 x 0.5
  • Publication Date:August 1, 2013
  • ISBN:1595530339
  • EAN:9781595530332

Editorial Reviews:
Synopsis
Literary short stories by established and emerging writers

James Smart
Building Butterflies
The man in front of Bob turns to him again and finds the courage to whisper in his ear. "There's been an earthquake in Cuba." Bob shrugs. "Why are you telling me?" "I had to tell somebody,"the man says, searching the front of Bob's shirt for a name tag.

Gregory Spatz
No Kind of Music
So, there was something ancestral, something almost at the gene level in his renewed interest in music, which on the one hand aligned him (and depressingly) with all of his grandfather's failure and abandoned aspirations, and which on the other hand was just plain tranquil.

Ella Mei Yon
Tuesday
In the black of night, the buildings' structures are barely visible, and so windows of all shapes and sizes, alternately filled with light, create a mosaic of awkward patterns. These are the city's stars.

Nellie Hermann
Meanness
Even the crowded streets were beautiful to Ahsan. It didn't happen often, that they were so transformed, but when it did he felt an expanse open in his chest; it was as if suddenly, for a brief moment, he became hollow inside, and it was only when he was empty that he could properly see.

Alexi Zentner
Finis
We're not in love, he said, are we? We could be. Why don't we give it a try?

Charles Baxter
Interview by Jeremiah Chamberlin
People spend much of their lives trying to repress and hide things, and I've come to feel that it's the business of fiction to bring up to visibility those things that families and social groups and individuals habitually hide.

Philip Tate
Gas
My mother doesn't recognize me at first. Then I raise my hand to cover the bald spot at the front of my head. She laughs a good long time. Oh, it's good to be home. Everything is back to normal.

Jennifer Tomscha
Sure Gravity
Then someone, concerned, strong, broke open the door, and this was the beginning of the first day.

Rebecca Podos
The Fourth
Next door, the Masciarelli sisters tanned on their deck, towels between their bodies and the wood planks. It seemed like tough work. They would roll to the left, reset an egg timer, roll to their backs when it rang, and turn to the right, oiling themselves regularly.

Hugh Sheehy
Whiteout
When he hung up, he knew by the sound of their voices that they had not believed him completely. It was not disbelief he had heard, or even skepticism, but an awareness of who he had always been.

Karen Russell
Interview by Carmiel Banasky
There are these living, deeply embedded constellations of types. I don't know if that's something to struggle against or just go for. But it is awkward. One story I wanted to set in the dust-bowl drought but I looked at it and said, Wait a second, it's you people again.


CERTAIN CONTENT THAT APPEARS ON THIS SITE COMES FROM AMAZON SERVICES LLC. THIS CONTENT IS PROVIDED ‘AS IS’ AND IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE OR REMOVAL AT ANY TIME.
Brought to you by American Poems
Related Categories