Timothy Johnson We who like the scary, dark, and macabre tend to leap at the chance to claim a successful piece of literature or film as one of our own. We revel when a work of horror writhes its way...
Phoebe’s first issue, published in 1972, opens with a poem by Mary Anna Dunn titled, “Firstborn, or the Table,” which stamps the page with the birth, on said table, of “a child’s bloody...
Richard Shannon heart deep in hunger an aged leopard, haunted by the fear it sowed in its prey,sun weary, reclines on the river’s edge moonlight wreathes his heart with the golden image...
Mary Anna Dunn My heels are strapped in etherized stirrupsand my feelings float around —while a dilated moon brings the high tidecrashing to shore andback out again, I hear scissors cut...
Embody #2 Melissa Wade Years ago, I wrote a biography on Ansel Adams for a high school humanities class, and I remember spending a whole page on one thing he said: “You don’t take a photograph,...
KS Keeney I was incredibly lucky to get the chance to ask Allison Funk about her book The Visible Woman, some of which revolves around Funk’s experience of living in French-American artist Louise...
Millie Tullis My year opened with a writing retreat in the Appalachian mountains. One day, my friend Sarah and I got caught in a snow storm while trying to bring home groceries. It took us hours to...
Leah Sumrall In a good year, the winter solstice is as much about celebrating new life as it is honoring death. It is a season when light, so often a foregone conclusion, seems a little less certain,...
Melissa Wade A few months ago, with #painting typed into the search function on Instagram, I discovered the portraiture of @kelseyhowardart. I was enthralled by her work, these mysterious ladies...
Bareerah Y. Ghani Jenny Bhatt’s debut collection, Each of Us Killers, holds fifteen raw, disturbing, and heart wrenching stories about a society where the scales of power are forever tipped. It...
