Tag: 52.2

All the Dust Falling

Abigail Ham 2023 Spring Nonfiction Contest Winner  I Fight and flight are the typical human reactions to threat, but they’re not the only possibilities. Children in general can’t fight or...

Read More

Parrot

Maeve Barry 2023 Spring Fiction Contest Winner Janet lies in the bathtub with the phone shouldered to her ear. In a long lace dress with its back zipper open. It sags off her chest. She sits in her...

Read More

The Plague of Flies

Julie Marie Wade Maybe it starts here: bright swatch of color behind the closet door, yellow as a fisherman’s slicker. The swatter, they called it, and you thought about it even when you weren’t...

Read More

Not Quite Stranded

Brookes Moody While I might not have been in the exact emotional state of Lester Bangs, “nerves shredded and ghosts and spiders looming and squatting across the mind,” there was a time I too...

Read More

Nataliia Burmaka

“The Golden Net” “The Mallows (Nostalgia)” Nataliia Burmaka NATALIIA BURMAKA graduated from the National Studio of Fine Arts of Boris Danchenko (Sumy, Ukraine) in 1999 and worked...

Read More

Leslie Brown

“Lock In” Leslie Brown LESLIE BROWN lives in the Washington, DC area. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from American University. Her published work crosses creative disciplines including short...

Read More

A River’s Continuum

Celia Cummiskey A young Roman woman walks along the bank of the river Tamesis. She is thinking perhaps of her parent’s home some hundreds of miles away from Londinium where she now lives, or of...

Read More

Amanda Hartzell

“The View is not the Route” “Elegies are not symphonies” “Verbena” Amanda Hartzell AMANDA HARTZELL is a writer, artist, and mom. She is the author of two poetry books, The Heart Never...

Read More

Kes Crow

“Leaves” Kes Crow KES is an illustrator, author, and artist, based in Lincolnshire, England. “I create mostly minimal work with delicate lines and subtle colours, inspired by the quiet, nature,...

Read More

On a Desert Planet

Robin Babb “Utopia is uninhabitable. As soon as we reach it, it ceases to be utopia. As evidence of this sad but ineluctable fact, may I point out that we in this room, here and now, are inhabiting...

Read More