Jill Christman Here is the so-called dead grandmother story the teacher told us not to write. Everybody has one. Once upon a time there was a shy, bookish, bespectacled girl with a larger...
Sueyeun Juliette Lee Elemental fire in its purest blue hue captures an echo of human hands outstretched towards the end. Flicker flash consumption and a quiver, or breath spurts from what...
Collier Nogues 1. Of fire: she remembers sitting with her father at the upstairs hearth, before they had a furnace. Not the conflagration of the high school, not the brick church burning. Not the...
Kim Chinquee At the auction I wear a bright pink tank top and walk around in my bare feet. I touch my face. I’m so hot that my teeth hurt. People stand around a flatbed, where the...
Siamak Vossoughi There was a lie running straight down the middle of their town. As long and straight as Forest Avenue. The boy had been aware of the lie for some time now, but as soon as he...
Brian Doyle Thanks for your submission to the magazine. I’m honored that you thought to give us the chance to read it. It doesn’t quite fit here, though, thus this note, to say, as gently...
noun | cor·us·ca·tion | \ˌkȯr-ə-ˈskā-shən, ˌkär-\ Definition: 1: a sudden gleam or flash of light 2: a striking display of brilliance or wit As a child, nothing seemed so...
Jon Woodward She had her feet replaced by leg extensions! She’s a different person than I once thought. I’ve mostly been able to sustain the loss. I’ve amortized the loss...
Anna Potter 1. At sixteen years old, I have “never been kissed,” a phrase I find politically and personally loathsome. I am six feet tall, capable of biking eighty miles a...