by Brattle Street Review | Feb 26, 2026 | Current Issue, Fiction, Issue #13
“I am in a sea of wonders; I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to myown soul.” – Bram Stoker, Dracula We should have stayed on land. Thomas and I balance wide-legged on the deck as the ocean churns against the ferry and slap, slap,...
by Brattle Street Review | Feb 26, 2026 | Current Issue, Essays, Issue #13
A few weeks ago, my league tennis team competed at the North Carolina State Championship. Twelve of us arrived in Raleigh in a steady stagger, played a dozen doubles matches in suffocating heat, laughed until we cried, then departed in a similarly haphazard manner,...
by Brattle Street Review | Feb 26, 2026 | Current Issue, Issue #13, Poetry
He came to me in the spring,in that February, snowflakes clicked out of dreamslike photographic snapshots, and with mehe sang, as if he knew how to sing and was alive.Leaving no cross on my body, he called me to paradise,washing away my red name from my palms with...
by Brattle Street Review | Feb 26, 2026 | Current Issue, Issue #13, Poetry
The dress I wore at your fourth wedding is most likely gone from memory now. It was maroon lace over satin and matched the flush of my shame when you took me into the back of my new grandparents’ home and beat me for embarrassing you by raising my voice.That is gone,...
by Brattle Street Review | Dec 1, 2025 | Essays, Issue #12
You don’t want to know what it’s like to house-sit three spoiled-rotten dogs all by yourself. You have to be on guard at all times. Those little critters your wife calls her “fur babies,” and that you love more than you’re willing to admit, are mischievous little...