RJ Equality Ingram For Wesley Gibson Often I have imagined myself arguingSoftly w/ the wind & wake the way oarsSlip in & out of the murk barely a splashA quiet night on an...
“I am from Neptune” “Agnes from Enceladus” Lena Snow LENA SNOW is a fine artist based in Germany who currently has her studio in a small town on the edge of the Black Forest (Gaggenau) where...
Jeremy Griffin Runner-Up 2023 Spring Fiction Contest Rick is traveling east on his motorcycle at 45 miles per hour. Wind speed is 6 miles per hour. He left Sierra’s five minutes ago at 3:05 PM....
Leslie Doyle My youngest brother, Jim, is looking really weird up there at the altar right now. Rocking on his heels nervously but also yawning like he’s about to fall asleep. As if he’d just...
Rebecca Faulkner I am trying to remember — corners of your newspaper curled in a November breeze, mothballs in your herringbone tweed. Stubborn grief, my coat pulled tight....
Leigh Claire Schmidli It’s not often the case, but we’re all hungry for dinner about the same time that night. Me and Anka, my landlady. Her fat-cat Bazo. We collide in the tiny kitchen, circling...
Jared Povanda When your sister married Charlie, you wanted to punch him. Do you remember the weight of my arms around your middle? That ficus in the huge terracotta pot scratching our faces? The hall...
Mohamed Morshed Mustafa emerged from the tunnel that led him out of the airplane and stepped into the airport. There were numerous lines of people facing glass booths; he joined the shortest line,...
