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Kofu Fosu Forson
Jose Antonio Vargas
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Theirs was the only house. The rest was lots, acres of dirt cut up into rectangles by string and pink-ribboned stakes. It was a mile form the airport, this neighborhood that wasn't yet; and bug sized planes inches across skies blue with sumer, grey with storm, or fired in dusk. The ziggy zag of curly plane smoke zippered all these skies, and Paul liked to watch it unravel into white horsehair, white web, white glaze. He'd watch it into nothing. There wasn't much else to do and these heat-stricken Southern days could knock the will and desire for anything from almost anyone.
(from "Personal Saviors")
Wesley Gibson is the author of Shelter, a novel, and You Are Here, a memoir. His work has appeared in The Village Voice Literary Supplement, Men on Men 5, Blackbird, Out Magazine, The New Art Examiner, and The Lambda Book Report, among others. He has been the recipient of a New York Foundation on the Arts Grant, a Mississippi Review Fiction Prize and a Virginia Commission on the Arts Grant, among others. He lives in San Francisco and teaches in the MFA Program at St. Mary’s College.