Jake Lancaster is a recent graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where he was awarded the Henfield Prize for Fiction. His stories have appeared or are forthcoming in the The Common, Southampton Review, The Sierra Nevada Review, and Forever Magazine. He lives in Minneapolis.
There’s a boardwalk to the water through the swamp and the swamp is full of white birds on skinny orange legs and there are plastic bags everywhere and Dew bottles and it smells like we’re in a Roman candle fizzing out—that smell, what do you call that?
