Melissa McEver Huckabay I made her out of confetti and spackle, sawdust, plaster of Paris, blood. Added magazine strips with cut-out words: Willowy. Bright. Christ-like. Glued...
Kath Richards 2024 Fiction Spring Contest Winner I’ve heard about dissociation, the way our minds can protect us from pain and trauma by removing us, at least mentally and momentarily, from a...
Amita Basu It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that every human soul must be in want of another. Growing up, Vishrammi had this axiom drummed into her skull and never thought of challenging it....
Stefanie Kirby A daughter pops arils into floral stains. Elsewhere: leftover pips solid as teeth, fruit lips curled back in decay. A mouth packed with loss. To be this apathy of...
Rebecca Weil He was there all night in his gray donkey self, standing beside the covered body of his friend while the snow fell. Coyotes yipped from the hills but stayed back. Deer came through, and...
caroline ganci patterson half of the story i was telling had a moral about perversion, but i leave that part out for the saccharine tongue lickers. i say to my mother, the price of gas on the...
Somi Jun 2024 Nonfiction Spring Contest Runner Up We are given the book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. The teacher reads the story aloud to us, chapter by chapter, on the floor of a large...
2024 Spring Fiction Contest Winner Idaho Wolves by Kath Richards 2024 Spring Nonfiction Contest Winner The Lyric Ear by Megan J. Arlett 2024 Spring Poetry Contest Winner self-portrait with three...
jade guthrie I. Sybil (Sue-Ho) My great-grandmother Sybil hands each of her children £2 and watches them skip down the road, newly armed with the pocket money to spend on sweets and comic books to...
