Heidi Schulz I start in the Meet the Family Gallery. There, behind glass, are wax figures posed in life-sized dioramas. My dad, smaller than I remember, is reading a Louis Lamour western in his...
Kim Drew Wright In my earliest memory with my two older sisters, I’m toddling around a South Carolina backyard, past a metal playset with one of those face-to-face swings you have to pull and push...
Michael Hahn To little fanfare, in 2019, the Associated Press Stylebook abolished a hyphen. Stripped of the small dash, compound heritage terms such as Asian American and African American quietly...
Katie Bannon You find your father’s body by the kitchen sink. Hands clutching his heart, eyes shiny as marbles. Your mother’s scream cracks the quiet of the winter evening. Her mouth opens so...
Michelle Matthees Like a barn door wide open: there was your O. Everything else was burned away, no hair, giant puckers inward like a flattened rubber flower. In front of the train station I passed...
Jeffrey Morgan There’s a barn owl that nests somewhere on our street. Reports differ. I’ve named her Ghost Face Junior and will correct people. Imagine her eyes dark marbles in the...
Annie Weibull is a self-taught photographer who studied digital editing at Jönköping University, Sweden. Weibull’s work has been exhibited at four juried exhibitions in Sweden as well as at other...
Lauren Paredes is a storyteller across the mediums with a soft spot for the unusual. Her work has appeared in TRNSFR, Ruminate Magazine’s The Waking, forthcoming in *82 Review, and elsewhere. Her...
Lauren Paredes is a storyteller across the mediums with a soft spot for the unusual. Her work has appeared in TRNSFR, Ruminate Magazine’s The Waking, forthcoming in *82 Review, and elsewhere. Her...
