December 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Winter 2012 Firebug by Katie Cortese* December 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Winter 2012 It starts as a build-up of energy that rises up from the pads of your toes to fill the space behind your eyes.
September 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Fall 2012, Raymond Carver Contest The Odyssey by Jia Tolentino* September 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Fall 2012, Raymond Carver Contest An 18-wheeler carrying ten thousand kilos of watermelons had wrecked spectacularly, spilling its cargo from a height of two kilometers, near the peak of the Tu-Ashu mountain pass that looms over the cold northern provinces of Kyrgyzstan.
June 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Summer 2012 Carnival by Scott Atkinson* June 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Summer 2012 I thought I’d noticed her for the reasons you notice most poor children, particularly the t-shirt.
June 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Summer 2012 Hurricane Emily by Subhadra Eberly* June 15, 2012 Carve Magazine Summer 2012 The beach bars were packed by eight o’clock with men drunk enough to not mind the $3.75 spent, even after we ditched them.
June 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Summer 2011 And They Pillaged the Dead by David Cameron* June 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Summer 2011 The strangest part was that smoking hash with grandma wasn’t the strangest part.
March 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Spring 2011 The Time of Plenty by Judith Slater* March 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Spring 2011 It was the fall of 1960, the smell of burning leaves was in the air, and Jack Kennedy was beginning to look like he might beat Richard Nixon.
March 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Spring 2011 Schadenfreude by Melanie Kokolios* March 15, 2011 Carve Magazine Spring 2011 A story begins with a woman sitting at her kitchen table at 7 a.m., having just received a call from the police.
March 15, 2009 Carve Magazine Spring 2009 Poetry by Dionne Irving* March 15, 2009 Carve Magazine Spring 2009 In high school, get pissed off at everyone and everything.
December 15, 2008 Carve Magazine Winter 2008 The Dead Kid by Gillian King* December 15, 2008 Carve Magazine Winter 2008 Frankie Thomas was a kid we all knew, a kid we all picked on at recess because he was slow and fat and lousy at kickball.
