Dylan Krieger and then the oinklets wriggle out of me in all their mammary glamor, in their interminable gallows laugh of nothing left but bereft receptacles and pentacles that lift. on top of...
Table of Contents 2017 Spring Contest Results Fiction Award Judged by Patricia Park Winner: Ashley Morrow Hermsmeier, “Feeding Strays” Runner-Up: Victoria Saltz, “My Shopping List”...
Aaron J. Housholder They were old enough to have become nice boys, Jake and Jimmy, but somehow they had not. Their families would later describe them as upstanding young men who seemed so...
Victoria Bosch Murray This really happened. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway when she was three months pregnant, six years his senior. My sister loved quartz when she was still...
Belle Boggs My mother had marked the offending date on the calendar with a dark cloud and two jagged bolts of lightning. Raindrops fell from the eighth to the other days of the month—the...
Laura Buccieri eats ice cream in the snow in february in new york because they’re on vacation and nothing else matters except that they are not where they normally are something else is...
Mandy Clark A boy named Todd is taking a shortcut through his grandmother’s yard one day in 1981. He is twelve years old, and he lives twelve miles down Pennsylvania’s Route 61 from where...
Caroline Chavatel Around the corner, a photograph of a painting of a meteorite and behind it, a childhood swirled into color. The debris is the art, surviving impact. Outside is a security...
Jessica Lee As a child, I called all beautiful creatures she: mallard ducks with emerald heads, male peacocks with their royal trains. All caterpillars, likewise, were women,...
Rion Amilcar Scott Dearest Slumlord, I watched a most disturbing video the other day. It was a rare moment when the internet worked (yes, I know, not your fault unlike our water which is here...
