Author: Threepenny Editor

Michael Holroyd

David Hollander

David Hollander

I know you're messed up, the cop said,pushing his face up close to mine,angry because when I blew, the little needleof the breathalyzer didn't even move— From the bloodless line…

The nozzle of the gas pumpplunged into the flank of the carlike the curved beak of a predatory bird looks like it is drinkingor maybe I'm light-headedfrom the fumes or…

To be a person is an untenable proposition. Odd of proportion,upright,unbalanced of body, feeling, and mind. Two predators’ eyesface forward,yet seem always to be trying to look back. Unhooved, untaloned…

Preparation, she thought,as if a pianist,limbering, stretching.But fingers are tendon, not spirit;are bone and muscle and skin.Increase of reach extends reach,but not what comes then to fill it.What comes to…

A day comeswhen the mouth grows tiredof saying "I." Yet it is occupiedstill by a self which must speak.Which still desires,is curious.Which believes it also has a right. What to…

In “The Gold Bug,” the overt finding of the treasureis tossed out mid-tale like a bone to a waiting dog.His stories were not intended for the canine heart that howls…

Brenda Hillman