Megan Pillow Here’s a secret: every night when I go to sleep, I put my dog Lucy’s collar under my pillow. When I toss and turn, I hear the jingle of the tags. It was the sound of her in the...
Carolyn Oliver Sunset casts a madder wash across the last nun in the scriptorium, coats in rose her last psalm, her quill from a river-plucked swan. Near the margin, a gash—...
Dragonfly Chakra Digital montage combined with mixed media Lori Arbel is an artist, creative life coach, and lightworker guiding young adults through personal journeys of self-discovery and, often,...
Corinne Wohlford Mason After the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon The way a child explains the rules of a thing to me. Handwriting from another century. The smell of eucalyptus. What a...
The Map of A Myth V Oil and acrylic on canvas The Map of A Myth VI Oil and acrylic on canvas Kwong Kwok Wai As a former journalist, Kwong Kwok Wai changed paths in becoming a painter, alongside the...
Shay Swindlehurst 2022 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest Honorable Mention God had made for Adam a Jungle. The Gardens of Eden rioted, strived against Adam’s toil. Each day he cut the...
The Other Places, No. 7 Mixed media The Other Places, No. 8 Mixed media Liminen, No. 2 Mixed media Liminen, No. 9 Mixed media The Other Places, No. 27 Mixed media Vaiva Kovieraitė-Trumpė born in...
Alyssa Quinn In the doctor’s office, a woman describes the shape of her pain. “There is a hard pillar inside of me,” she says. “Cylindrical. Metallic. It stretches from the pit of my...
Erica Plouffe Lazure I am a known heretic in these parts because I mow the lawn on Sundays. I can feel my neighbor’s eyes on my back on the Lord’s Day as I maneuver through my special, signature...
Kathryne David Gargano the boy says: devils cannot move human semen locally! he cries it in the streets, flogging his papers / so sensational, this boy— he forgets so earnestly the way women are...
