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Short Story
Nov.21.2010
Tryst
Robert Earle Robert Earle has published short stories in Mississippi Review, Quarterly West, The MacGuffin, Main Street Rag, Prick of the Spindle, Chiron Review, Pangolin Papers, Louisville Review, Potomac Review, Iconoclast, Black and White, Iron Horse Literary Review, Hurricane Review, and elsewhere. His novel, The Way Home, was published in 2004. His...
Short Story
Nov.21.2010
Smokelong Quarterly
A Boy Makes a Bow Makes a Man by Robert Earle Oliver had one store-bought bow when he was five or six. It came attached to a cardboard target with an Indian chief on it. After that, he always made his own. “To be an archer you got to be a bowyer first,” he’d say. He went out into the forest and looked for trees that would give him staves, which he...
Short Story
Oct.09.2010
Short Story Library
Sweat – By Robert EarlePublished By Robert Earle • Jun 21st, 2010 • Category: Short Stories Of The Week  The yoga people at the Govinda camp were gentle and friendly but nervous sometimes. All summer they flew into Helena, jeeped out here into the hilly woods, did their classes, massages, and hot tubs, and on Wednesday afternoons they walked past the pond to the...
Short Story
Oct.09.2010
Prick of the Spindle
Between the Words By Robert Earle On the first day Dara felt well enough to leave the house, she looked out the front window at the street number hanging from her walkway lamppost and wrote it down in the small green memo pad she kept fastened to her wrist with a rubber band. Then she entered her address in her computer and found the address of a...
Short Story
Oct.03.2010
Litterbox
                                                                                                     Shift                                                                                              Processional In a town somewhere, in a state somewhere, in America somewhere, Lorie, Edie, Marko and Beth brush their teeth, put on their dark green polo shirts and...
Short Story
Oct.03.2010
Green Hills Literary Lantern
The Ashtray  “This is how I write,” Chekhov answered Korolenko, reaching across Anna Vorovna’s lap and picking up a heavy crystal ashtray.  “If you want a story for your magazine, tomorrow you will have ‘The Ashtray.’” Korolenko regarded Chekhov with his customary combination of bright-eyed joy and readily accessible anger. For him even light-hearted exchanges...
Short Story
Oct.23.2008
Quarterly West
Birth            Somehow their marriage got caught in the car engine and it blew up.  First it ground to a halt, then it smoked, then came the fire and the explosion.  The explosion was a muffled thud, a sound like a sack of cement or maybe an overstuffed chair pushed out a window and landing in an alley.  She felt the thud drifting into her chest as she stood on...