Mary Kate McGrath On the first day of senior year, I woke up to chanting. My mother sat cross-legged on a prayer rug in the kitchen. “Hello morning child,” she said, eyes closed. She now...
by featured artist Adam Shea Lancaster PandoraMedium: Acrylic on canvas Adam Shea Lancaster is an artist from Dallas, Texas. He creates representational paintings in a style he’s called...
Jody Rae It’s a party hosted by people in my old neighborhood, so that should have been my first clue. I bring the girls, against my better judgment, but I want to see old faces, and it has...
by featured artist Ishika Guha Every First TimeMedium: Mixed media, oil and acrylic Burn it SlowMedium: Mixed media, oil and acrylic These works were created during the lockdown periods in...
by cover artist Carrie Carlson Robin’s NestMedium: Linoleum block print & watercolor As a scientific illustrator, I am inspired to celebrate the synergy of art and science through...
(Nine Alternatives to Reconciliation) Marne Litfin Winner of the 2021 Spring Nonfiction Contest “Is the Great American Novel you’re working on, the story of a young girl, who was emotionally...
Alyssa Quinn In the doctor’s office, a woman describes the shape of her pain. “There is a hard pillar inside of me,” she says. “Cylindrical. Metallic. It stretches from the pit of my...
Erica Plouffe Lazure I am a known heretic in these parts because I mow the lawn on Sundays. I can feel my neighbor’s eyes on my back on the Lord’s Day as I maneuver through my special, signature...
Kathryne David Gargano the boy says: devils cannot move human semen locally! he cries it in the streets, flogging his papers / so sensational, this boy— he forgets so earnestly the way women are...
Annie Lampman A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty. —Philippe Ariès I. May 19, 1980: grey ash falling like a dirty, late spring snowstorm in northern Idaho, shuttering...
