Author Profile: Joseph S. Pete


How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

I’ve been an avid, voracious reader since my early childhood. My mom once chastised me for reading a dictionary in my room, saying I could go out to a park and have fun. “But I am having fun,” I protested. After reading a few thousands books, I decided I wanted to write them too.  Continue reading


By Joseph S. Pete

Gary had changed a lot since Charlie grew up there.

As he cruised down Broadway, he saw a boarded-up storefront, a check-cashing place, another boarded-up storefront, a package liquor store where a small line had queued behind the bulletproof glass, a boarded-up movie palace from the 1920s, a block-wide newsroom that was now home to a small non-profit. There was a mostly empty mall, a boarded-up chop-suey restaurant and a White Castle where the cashiers were ensconced behind bulletproof glass. Continue reading

Author Profile: Elias Keller


How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

As a child I was inordinately fond of novels and I’ve been writing fiction since I was about twenty. Three authors that first inspired me to write are Theodore Dreiser, André Gide and Jack London. Continue reading

The Birthday Card

By Elias Keller

For the first time ever she recieved a birthday card from her grandparents. Along with the canned material, the handwritten message in shaky script said: “Jeanine: We love you, sweetheart. Mom-Mom and Grandfather.”

But the card was not really from her grandparents. Jeanine’s grandfather had been dead for a decade, and since then her grandmother had never given her a single gift or card. “A waste of money,” she’d croaked. “And a birthday isn’t anything special. Everyone has one.” The only thing her grandmother gave her was advice to marry rich. Continue reading

Author Profile: Peter Borger


How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

I decided to become a writer the day I finished my first novel. I’ve written three more since then. Continue reading

Last Stop

By Peter Borger

Kira took the 6:45 out of the city, a later train than normal, but these nights she was in no rush to get home and make dinner. She stared out the window and watched the cities turn from day to lights while hearing the conductor call out the stations. She knew these cities, had been to every one of them at one time or another, even lived in a few of them. Tonight, however, she just watched them go by one by one, trying to remember something significant about each one: Oak Park, known for Robinson’s Ribs, Pop’s Drive In in Hillside, Hamburger Heaven in Elmhurst, Barone’s Pizza in Glen Ellyn. She and Jack had frequented these places for over 40 years and knew the owners, the waiters, and car hops by name. Most of them knew the two of them, but it wasn’t the two of them any longer. In fact it had been almost a year. Was that even possible? What was the day? Yesterday it seemed. Being alone was the worst part. Of course, the children were gone, but even with just the two of them they were never alone. Not like this, never like this. A tear rolled down her left cheek, but she didn’t move. Wheaton, the Hole in the Wall Popcorn Shop. Continue reading

Author Profile: Nod Ghosh


How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

If I recall rightly (?writely?), I was diagnosed when I was twelve. Several poems appeared under my skin, and needed an outlet. Years of intensive therapy failed to find a cure, and now the writing affliction is incurable. I blame my aunt. She said I ought to be a writer because I share a birth date with William Shakespeare. Continue reading