Deborah Thompson Winner, Nonfiction Contest I wrote down memories, detail upon detail, with shamanistic obsessiveness, before they slipped away, before he slipped away. I wasn’t trying to...
Sarah Cook music is just miles but longer the motion of a hand & another hand on a train the body constantly simulates theft the sound of which extends this plane beyond grip...
George Morgan Scott Unnoticed by the prattling guests, little Toby, twitching with the terrible twos, climbs up on the stuffed chair, totters, catches his balance, reaches for the security...
Emily Rinkema I wake up because my father is at the door. “Want to go fishing?” he whispers, and I know it must be too early for school, too early to be waking up. The light in the hall is...
Jacqueline Kolosov After two years of trying, my husband Tom and I began to seriously consider reproductive technologies to conceive a second child. “Do you think I could love another child...
Maggie Millner Second Prize Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award During the storm, the culverts we crawl into are the size of silos. The ropeswing is hanging off the willow in the wind. It...
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada. His...
Karen An-Hwei Lee for Edith Piaf Je vois la vie en rose Little sparrow I see morpheus blooms A girl dead of meningitis Des mots de tous les jours grand-mère’s ill...
When I realized that I was no longer weighing down the boat. That someone had built a throne for me out of coral and abalone. That the walls were dissolving, like a final joy suppressed forever: ...
When I gripped the electric fence and felt the thud between my shoulder blades I thought that the girl with downs syndrome had punched me in the back. My brother laughed with the sisters— the one...