by Brattle Street Review | Sep 1, 2026 | Current Issue, Fiction, Issue #16
Yellow Kodak Tara had been cleaning for three hours. Grandma Peters’ house was not messy per se, but it had a certain disorganization that called for a high level of sorting skills. It was the type of house that was only organized to her and no one else. This is the...
by Brattle Street Review | Sep 1, 2026 | Current Issue, Fiction, Issue #16
Bloodsport masquerading as Midwestern marriage. For seven years and sixteen days, Marge and Jim Schmidt engaged in a silent-treatment cockfight, with every successive daily strikethrough on the couple’s laminated kitchen calendar representing a dark testament to...
by Brattle Street Review | Sep 1, 2026 | Current Issue, Fiction, Issue #16
I’ve lost control of my mind, and I don’t think I’ll get it back. There’s nothing left they can do for me here, now that my face is stitched. The nurse has been nice enough but I’m taking a bed that the doctor doesn’t think I deserve. Unlike the dead man who landed me...
by Brattle Street Review | Sep 1, 2026 | Current Issue, Fiction, Issue #16
By the time the music cut and the lights softened into that sickly gold that meant closing. Ava’s feet were numb. It wasn’t the kind of numb that felt like relief. She felt like her feet didn’t belong to her anymore. She counted her money in the dressing room with the...
by Brattle Street Review | Sep 1, 2026 | Current Issue, Essays, Issue #16
Between Exercitium and Speculatio — Harvard’s 375th Commencement The word that names the morning is older than the university that uses it. Exercise — as in Commencement Exercises, printed at the top of every Harvard program since the ceremony’s founding...