Michael Lee In the desert, the heat itself is a thief and steals rain from the body. The stone, red as a bloodshot eye. The dawn opens like a hinge. A single raven bows from a fence post again and...
Steph Kilen Winner, 2014 Fiction Award Must be a little over a year now I’ve been in the basement. Just me and the Swede, or whatever he is, I’m just assuming. He doesn’t talk. He can hear, but...
Brandon Amico The tree grew through and around my chest. I was here; bones taking on rain, taking on sap and dirt and today, an axe. Yesterday and all days before, a spooling yarn of night—today,...
Jade Benoit I burned the wedding flowers & they became sea urchins. A tomboy gone electric with dishes pecked in tiny loose spines thrown out to the wolves. Something feels Daddy T says...
Julie Marie Wade I could never be casual about sharks or sex. It isn’t in me—the one-night stand, or the one-day scuba expedition in Nassau. I read that humans floating near the ocean’s...
Michelle Lin My mother wanted me to swallow spoons whole for a wind chime in my chest. God, I hated them. Those immovable mountains, electrified. Their terrible shine. Hard bit. Metal tongue. ...
Jake Syersak Doubt magnifies an ingrown wing how a bird deletes sky, excising errata into err on the air yes yet automaton yet yes still sky. Because the sun can’t make up its mind, I’m busy...
Michael Lee 2. The news said it had been done with a kitchen knife, it had been done fifteen times. Earlier that day my math teacher had stepped towards the blackboard proving that if you continue to...
Chrysaor’s Spoils Altar Eres La Ronda Xanthan Investigation 2 Horns of Plenty Pilar Mehlis was born in Manhattan, NYC. She grew up in La Paz, Bolivia until, at the age of twelve,...
Rachel Luria Anyone who is to be happy, then, must have excellent friends. —Aristotle “What is the matter with me? I will do something dreadful if I am not careful,” she thought, and...