“Lump in My Throat”colored pencil on wooden board Rebecca Wood is a full-time teacher and a part-time artist living in Prescott, Arizona. She earned her MFA in Fiction at the University...
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...
T.C. Martin2026 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner Today you are thinking that to be fat is to feel an inscrutable connection to the color yellow. It was there, on the side. In a little white ceramic...
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...
Maggie Hart THIRTY-FOUR DAYS BEFORE The woman entered the confessional room that Saturday afternoon without any shame or chagrin, an abnormality for a sinner at reconciliation. She slammed the door...
Wasima Khan Before there were boats, barbed wires, and frozen mornings in northern Europe, there was a courtyard in Aleppo where jasmine climbed the walls, and his sister sang to the birds. In the...
Sharon S.Y. Lee The birthday party has reached its frenzied apex and hurtles towards the cake cutting finale, but Sarah wishes that she could rewind time—before she set the party budget, before she...
Leah Mullen Our grandmothers used to speak to the Old Goddesses—those like dimpled dough, eyeless and petrified. But our grandmothers had had options. And our goddess had had enough of voluptuous...
