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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 happened on a Tuesday. Maybe a Sunday night after the weekend had lost its momentum. They might have been high together for the first time, […]
Hot Tin Roof: The Lieutenant Part One: Death Follows
Hot Tin Roof: The Shadow
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 hope for the daughters of daughters who wanted their children to be masters of their own destinies. beholden to […]
Hot Tin Roof: Two Ant Farms – Cheap!
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-legged in a chair by the whiteboard. He rested an elbow on his top knee and held his hand lazily like he […]
Hot Tin Roof, June/July 2012: The Bird
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 one is in the water. We spray on sunscreen, except Michael, who is from Oregon and has skin that is somehow […]
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 blanket down to reveal her face. Joanie’s mother had sent them that blanket and about two-hundred dollars’ worth […]