by Brandon Barrows It was after midnight. On a weeknight, most of the drinkers in Ron’s Place wandered out on their own long before Ron had to ask them to. He rarely even had to announce last call. It was mostly an after-work bar during the week—stop in for a...Continue reading| Bethlehem Writers Roundtable
by Jeannette de Beauvoir I hear people look up their exeson Google. I have an ex, too:it’s the convent I once calledmy home. Then, the nunswere hundreds strong(not including those deployedto bring God to continentswhere he’d already lived formillennia under different names) But now they’re gone: the conventa college dormitory,...Continue reading| Bethlehem Writers Roundtable
by Andrew Rucker Jones In an upscale Chinese restaurant—the kind with two stone lions flanking the entrance, dragons weaving up the columns, and a decorative fish tank bubbling insinuations of wealth—in the private function room before twenty pairs of eyes, the guests of honor called the Hispanic waiter, who called...Continue reading| Bethlehem Writers Roundtable
by Jamie Brown Isn’t my heartdone when it’s al dente?Use the fork to flip iton the grillspitting and hissing as red dropsbrown, blacken, smokeand burn, turnred again, yellowagainst gray charcoaldus…| Bethlehem Writers Roundtable
Dad Stories by Peter J Barbour As the Jeep made its way up Route 402 just above Marshall’s Creek on the way to our grandparents’ home in the Pocono Mountains, we’d pass Resica Falls, the Boy Scout …| Bethlehem Writers Roundtable
