Samuel Piccone Not a spread too big. Too brightly littered with faith. How long one can soften into night, I can’t say. There’s so much waterI hardly notice: the snow and snowing, the bathtub...
Donna Vorreyer The quiet of the woods feathers my brain,and my tongue magentas with beets. Still I’m restless and cannot sleep. I can’t explain the shadow’s abstractions—how the coat rack...
SP Mulroy The thresher like a wicked god calls children to its mouth,gnashing locust teeth to taste the fingers in the grain. What passes through the graveyard gate can never walk back out. Beneath...
Matthew Torralba Andrews A History of Smoking I miss when a visit to Tita Min’s house involved me holding a pretzel stick to my lips, mimicking my aunt, so confident and composed over her San...
Aurora Bodenhamer I didn’t learn how to read until I was twelve. In my first film, Love in a Blameless Land or How I Gambled It All Away, I was cast to play an intellectually disabled child. My...
Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn. Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed with spotted loons...
Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love- drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...
Grace McGovern Watching Once Upon a Time in the West, I am stuck on the saloon door. Harmonica swells, bullets drop, but forget that, watch the corner of the cloth screen, admire this gesture...
Amanda Chiado Every woman displayed in the Museum of Ordinary Women left. Someone blamed the Mexican women in the big colorful skirts for starting the getaway song. Criminal magenta, fuchsia,...
Lane Stanley Michael Content Warning: This story discusses the following sensitive topics: substance abuse and early recovery. We walk every morning at sunrise—not all of us, but enough to know...
