Hot Tin Roof: A place you can call home
Waves of amber hit the floor in a sweeping motion, followed by the sound of broken glass. Jerry had dropped his beer, on purpose. The bartender looked up lazily from the glass he was polishing, only ...
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Hot Tin Roof: Grandma likes to keep her people close
Hot Tin Roof is a program to showcase current literary work produced in Iowa City. The series is organized and juried by representatives of three Iowa City-based cultural advocacy organizations: The ...
Hot Tin Roof: The Pavement Between my Home and the Church
Read William Blair's "The Pavement Between my Home and the Church," our latest winner of the Hot Tin Roof creative works contest. Do you have a creative work of your own to share? Want a shot at winn...
Hot Tin Roof: Electron Configurations
When light collides with an electron, the electron’s trajectory is immediately altered. The collisions can be measured, plotted on graphs, connected like constellations. by Kyle Laws I. It might have...
Hot Tin Roof: The Lieutenant Part One: Death Follows
by Luke Stroth The dust was in the air and the air was in his lungs and the dust burned its way down his throat and clustered there with the grit and the smoke and the ash. The heat beat down like G...
Hot Tin Roof: The Shadow
By Luis Bravo “Oh, how much time spends the shadow being nothing” —Andrés Echevarría the shadow comes from the collapsed form of “sch (e) adew (e)” the shadow loses the “dow” and almost be co...
Hot Tin Roof: daughters
By Zora B. Hurst I am a daughter of women. the product of centuries of four-part harmonies in church choirs, can’t nobody do me like jesus, no– can’t nobody do me like tha lord a carrier of hop...
Hot Tin Roof: Two Ant Farms – Cheap!
By Deanne Wortman On sale at TJ Maxx, $5 each—Uncle Walt’s Ant Farm Kit. I bought two for my grandson, Dean, the Bug Boy, so we could learn more about nature together. We unpacked the ant farms and r...
Hot Tin Roof: A Trio; or Stolen Dialog
By Courtney McDermott 1 I introduced Hemingway to my class. Presented him in a blue suit, his mustache trimmed, his hair parted and neat, even though he’d had several drinks already. He sat cross-leg...
Hot Tin Roof, June/July 2012: The Bird
By Chelsea Bacon It might have been a bird. It hit the house with a soft thud, shuffled on the porch, and flitted away quickly as it came. It could have been a bat; it would have made no difference. ...
Hot Tin Roof: Poolside Manner
By Lucas Sheperd It is one hundred and fourteen degrees according to the thermometer at the base swimming pool, and all I can see are clean haircuts, off the ears with neatly-trimmed necklines. No on...
Hot Tin Roof: Handgun
By Todd Case Megan slept in the bassinet. She was three weeks old. Guffey marveled at the slight rise and fall of his daughter’s chest, and the way she smelled so sweet. He pulled the cotton baby bla...
Hot Tin Roof:The Left Come Back
by Ted Kehoe The Left Come Back I am in love with your brother. All those years he followed now left behind. He has forgotten we lost him as the Wolfman trick-or-treating. He has forgotten we stepped...
Hot Tin Roof: Life in Miniature
By Noel Carver No matter how good life may be it will never be a good transition, womb to world with pain and aging, open like a book. He did not need the slap upon the feet, his little face already ...
Hot Tin Roof: Star Kite, Fair Wedding
Take a look at the winning January 2011 submission for our monthly writing contest, Hot Tin Roof. This month, we feature two poems by Iowa Writer's Workshop alum Margaret Lemay-Lewis.