Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love- drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...
Leah Mullen Our grandmothers used to speak to the Old Goddesses—those like dimpled dough, eyeless and petrified. But our grandmothers had had options. And our goddess had had enough of voluptuous...
Grace McGovern Watching Once Upon a Time in the West, I am stuck on the saloon door. Harmonica swells, bullets drop, but forget that, watch the corner of the cloth screen, admire this gesture...
Lane Stanley Michael Content Warning: This story discusses the following sensitive topics: substance abuse and early recovery. We walk every morning at sunrise—not all of us, but enough to know...
Amanda Chiado Every woman displayed in the Museum of Ordinary Women left. Someone blamed the Mexican women in the big colorful skirts for starting the getaway song. Criminal magenta, fuchsia,...
“Old Fishmarket Street”Acrylics and acrylic pens on canvas “View From the Attic”Skylight Acrylics and acrylic pens on canvas “Leaving the Giant Chicken Spaceship in the...
Ross White Some technologies fail, and though I’m sure a few lucky bathers found oscillating tubs under their trees on Christmas morning at the turn of a new century, I bet by ‘01 those...
“Illuminating Morn”Oil painting Spirit of the Wolf Oil painting Amuri Morris is an artist based in Richmond, Va. She recently graduated from painting and printmaking at Virginia...
Anna Drasko I felt the crux flood,plinths adrift in dirt slurried brine.I watched the funeral of debris where the swollen rains struck down fiddle anointed woodlands. I heard black bears cast lotsto...
there is an abandoned house at the edge of my grandparents’ property line, behind a fence, barbed and electric. wheatgrass blends into the overgrowth, red fescue, thistle, knotweed. my grandfather...