Lost Novella

In 2004 I stopped reading books. I had just stopped smoking. I'd stopped smoking because I'd nearly completed writing a novella when

Clarion Street

It was mid-summer, 1972, when I was 12 years old, that my parents sold our small row home on Clarion Street in

To Start A School

When John Thompson Morris of Philadelphia turned forty-four, he took early retirement from the presidency of his father’s Iron Works to pursue

Trail of Ghosts

When I was a junior in high school, I got a job at a flower shop. I worked there for almost five

The Lucky Ones

On my last day of radiation, I sat eagerly awaiting my release from six months of treatment. In anticipation, my eyes scanned

Pictures of You

Hearing Big Audio Dynamite or Tori Amos, I’m transported to the passenger seat in my brother Manny’s golden pickup truck when he

Sanctuary

Frank Ewing only ever lets me into his place because he has to. It’s right there in the lease. “I ain’t ever

Combustible

Grace and I met six months ago. Mutual friends who had been conspiring to get us together finally succeeded.

The Fix

Nestled in the back corner of my classroom

The 2017 Contest

The work submitted to Philadelphia Stories for this year’s Sandy Crimmins National Prize in Poetry was ambitious and exciting.

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