Glimmer Train Stories, #51

Literature & Fiction

Burmeister, Susan and Linda Davies, editors. Ann Hood, signed

Short Stories & Anthologies

Glimmer Train Press, Inc.

Emotionally significant literary short stories.

Glimmer Train Stories, #55

Burmeister-Brown, Susan

Swanson-Davies, Linda B.

Literary short stories by established and emerging writers

Glimmer Train Stories, Issue 56 (Fall, 2005)

Sallie Bingham

Abby Frucht

Alice Mattison

Gina-ochsner

Matt Bondurant

Lucia Nevai

Jimmy Olsen

George Makana Clark

Oliver Broudy

Allyson Goldin

Katherine Vaz

Interview with Frederick Reiken

Eric Wasserman (interviewer)

Glimmer Train - Winter 2006, Issue 57. Binding: Paperback. Publication Date: 2006.

Glimmer Train Stories, Winter 2006 #57

Randy F. Nelson & Bruce McAllister & Yosef

Literary short stories. A feast of fiction!

Glimmer Train Stories, #58

Mark Sanders

Juan Martinez

Karen Regen-Tuero

Doug Crandell

Mark Wisniewski

Cristina Henríquez

Paula Nangle

Jonathan Wei

Susan Messer

Lesley Dormen

David Kear

R.K. Scher

Evan Kuhlman

Matthew Sharpe

Paul, Michel

siobhan-dowd

Glimmer Train Stories, #60

Michelle Richmond

Belle Boggs

Sean Beaudoin

Eric Weinberger

Katherin Nolte

Mark Sindecuse

Louis Gallo

Stephen Dixon

Evan Shopper

Jennifer Oh

Joan Wickersham

Interview with Lee Martin

First appearance in print of these works. Includes stories by Jake Hawkes, Annie Dawid, Will Allison, Jennifer Tseng, Rachel Klein, Steven Polansky, Winnie Wilhelm, Christie Clancy, Julie Hirsch, and Tim Hurd. Interview with Robert Olen Butler. Each story is preceded by a picture of the author as a child, brief autobiographical comments, and a printed signature. Several authors in each issue also contribute to the comments and photographs found in the "Last Pages" at the end of each issue. A rather idiosyncratic journal, edited by two sisters, but one which consistently publishes excellent fiction. 260 pp. Cover art by Jane Zwinger. We specialize in literary journals, and have many others - including many not yet catalogued and listed on line.

Glimmer Train Stories, #61

Steven Polansky

Will Allison

Jake Hawkes

Annie Dawid

Jennifer Tseng

Rachel Klein

Vinnie Wilhelm

Christi Clancy

Julie Hirsch

Tim Hurd

Interview with Robert Olen Butler

Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Excerpts:
E. A. Durden Mr. Dabydeen He will buy the goat himself, to curry for dinner he will walk the two miles this morning to Western Beef, where he will see every Hindu woman from Guyana, all there to buy goat.
 Xhenet Aliu You Say Tomato Shalom meant hello, goodbye, and peace. I used to wonder how people knew which meaning someone actually intended when they said it, but Sue rolled her eyes when I asked her.
 Ron Savage Baby Mine What people say is this: Blind Margo can predict a future by feeling the bones in your hands.
 Colum McCann Interview by Jennifer Levasseur and Kevin Rabalais I've come to think, to a large extent, that the terms fiction and nonfiction are there for convenience and to reassure ourselves, but I think if we're truly honest about it all, we would say that we are all storytellers. It's a matter of how we tell the story and how the words are placed on the page. 
 Johanna Skibsrud This Will Be Difficult to Explain, and Other Stories He was a small man, the officer. No bigger than my thumb. When I sat with my brother at the top of the stair, I could, with the tip of it, conceal him entirely. I showed my brother. He laughed. Then came the shot. I covered up his ears.
 David Borofka Coincidence "There's nothing here. There's nothing wrong with your hand." Buddy looked, then turned, as though by accident he had dropped his injury and left it behind on the sidewalk.
 Frederick Reiken Shadow I should have told him that she missed her father. Maybe if he had this context. Maybe he would have thought, "I must be helpful to this girl who lost her father." Maybe if I had known how much she missed her father, they would be married today, Beverly and Simon.
 David Koon Four Sisters: Josephine &amp; Dora Laura, Nancy &amp; Mary But her lazy eye, crooked and brown, was looking at the aisle, and for the first time in my life, I wondered what it was she could see if she sees less, or if she sees more.
 Will Boast Diplomats To hesitate is to lose, my own father once said. He wrote it in a letter to me when I was seven, a grand letter full of grand advice, just before he left to go out to Oregon to sell personal computers door to door, back when people still thought you could succeed at such things.
 Alexander Parsons Interview by Andrew Scott I think most beginning writers decide to write without knowing what they're getting into. You're young, you like books, you think: I'll write my own sweet-ass story.
 Thisbe Nissen Home Is Where the Heart Gives Out and We Arouse the Grass "I am from Ukraine," Bogdan enunciated so beautifully it was as though words had a new, higher purpose. "Oh!" She kept nodding, grinning at him, as though she too had been raised in the communist bloc, overwhelmed to meet a comrade.

Glimmer Train Stories, Winter 2009, Issue #69

Johanna Skibsrud

E. A. Durden

Alexander Parsons

Will Boast

Frederick Reiken

Colum, Mccann

David Borofka

Thisbe Nissen

Andrew Scott (interviewer)

Sara Whyatt

Xhenet Aliu

Ron Savage

David Koon

Jennifer Levasseur and Kevin Rabalais (interviewers)

Literary short stories by established and emerging writers.Excerpts:
Aria Beth Sloss Toward a Theory of Blindness The dirt blows in through the windows, leaving a dusting like pollen across my bed; out along the roads, it paints over the baobabs until the wood's just a shape, a mess of red fingers grabbing at the sky.
 Scott Nadelson Aftermath "Whoa! Larry! Whoa!" He fell forward against the seatbelt, and its recoil knocked him back again. "I got it under control," Larry said. "'Whoa.' What am I, a horse?"
 Miriam Novogrodsky Just Enough Food to Remember I have never been around a person as old as Lila. Her life is unraveling, like a scarf somebody spent time knitting. I want to capture it before it's in a heap on the floor, keep the stitches intact, the work not gone to waste.
 Lauren Groff Delicate Edible Birds Fucking Reynaud, handing the city over to the Germans. A real man would stand and fight.
 Will Allison Interview by Andrew Scott I've gotten to the point where I tell myself that I'm not even writing, I'm just sketching, dumping raw material on the page. That helps take the pressure off. In the end, it's really just a big leap of faith, believing that it will all eventually amount to something.
 Stephanie Dickinson A Hole in the Soup That woman kept looking. It was odd how you could hear a head turning your way and feel someone's eyes.
 David Allan Cates Rubber Boy I'd been a child. Then a soldier. Then I sold insurance. Then I went crazy. Then I became a student, a nurse, a husband, a father. Each stage led to the next, but I couldn't remember the bridges.
 Erica Johnson Debeljak Blind Spots Whether you do or whether you don't. Either way there's a risk that something will go wrong or, more alarming still, that something will go right and who knows what the consequences of that might be? Or hah! that nothing will change at all.
 Joshua Canipe Preacher Stories Each snake had its own cage, usually two or three strung out across the backseat, which made the interior of the car smell like musk and cucumbers. It was a sweet scent, but sharp, something they only emitted when attacked. When we got out of the car for the church service, the scent clung to my pants and shirt, my clip-on tie.
 Ed Allen Krankenhaus Europe has a different smell, he remembers from previous non-academic trips. The pollution level is no worse, but here it is softer, with more complexity to its mix of smoke flavors.

Glimmer Train Stories, #70

Ed Allen

Lauren Groff

Stephanie Dicksonson

Joshua Canipe

Miriam Novogrodsky

Scott Nadelson

David Allen Cates

Erica Johnson Debeljak

Aria Beth Sloss

Literary short stories by established and emerging writers.Excerpts:Ingrid HillPavilionA tent maker has just completed a job for the army, the construction of several officers' tents for field maneuvers. He is carrying brown canvas, a color just a little too rich, a little too beautiful, for the army. But dye lots are irregular. What can one do? Jennifer Anne MosesDuty FreeHe remembered a time when he was maybe eleven or twelve when he'd suddenly been seized by the conviction that he was going to die, and soon, too. Horatio PotterSummer HelpHiram wondered if these infestations and the twisting of weather were somehow connected to the newcomers, the sweeping in of unknown people filling the once wide-open spaces with the many things they owned--SUVs and four-door pickups, camper trailers, ATVs, motorbikes, horse trailers, trout boats, canoes--the entirety of leisure retail splendor. Christine SneedTwelve + TwelveSomeone in the alley three stories below my window was calling out to someone else, and what he was saying was not very nice. Maybe he did it because we were all stuck in an ugly, listless March, ice visible everywhere and clinging to our lawns like a dense gray scum. Matthew SalessesThe Grief MinistryPages of grief ministry research were spread out on the floor around me, near Sue Ellen's bed. I was asking God to help me be a better first responder. Noa JonesBrother RonHe was a steady man, meaty but refined, carrying his large frame with delicacy. Fish bones in pudding. Nam LeInterview by Jennifer Levasseur and Kevin RabalaisI don't want any of my stories to be a proof of me getting a place right. That's not what the stories are about. But neither do I want to give any well-meaning reader the opportunity to be jolted out of their suspension because I didn't get the place right. Judy TroyCactusOn the third night his symptoms returned; he stopped breathing, and Beverly resuscitated him, which she wouldn't have had she been able to see the remaining eight months of his life. But she hadn't been able to see. Randolph ThomasAccording to FoxfireThe hogs had been nosing the trough, expecting breakfast, when we walked up. My uncle was right behind my father, and the hogs seemed to sense the men were up to no good. Carmiel BanaskyDinner in Diaspora"We didn't light the candles." "We drank wine," Savi laughed. "We didn't say the prayers." "We'll do it next week, Ava. Don't worry." Pamela SuttonTamer of Horses Nothing in Philadelphia is plumb: the sidewalks; the doorjambs; the floors; the windows; the trim; the walls; the ceilings, which go a different way from the roofs; the chimneys; and the corkscrew staircases holding everything together. If you twirl up and down those stairs enough times for enough years you forget where you came from and can't recall where you're going. Charles McCarry Interview by Kevin Rabalais I suppose I'm old enough now to admit this: My fiction is in some ways an attempt to explain my life to myself. I'm not Christopher and Christopher is not me, but we did a lot of the same things.

Glimmer Train Stories, #76

Pamela Sutton

Ingrid Hill

Christine Sneed

Randolph, Thomas

Matthew Salesses

Jennifer Anne Moses

Horatio Potter

Noa jones

Judy Troy

Carmiel Banasky

Jennifer Levasseur (interviewer)

Kevin Rabalais (interviewer)

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