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...
jael jean I was inside of my mind the other day. Saw my late father smack Sawyer upside the head. Saw my older brother retreat further behind his ribcage. There were times that he bared it –...
Anna María del Pilar Suben Corto, calvo, tuco. En San Salvador era mecánico; trabajaba en tornos. Eso decía su cédula de los 70s. No sabe su nombre. Dice que lo olvida.1 I read him his name...
“Lump in My Throat”colored pencil on wooden board Rebecca Wood is a full-time teacher and a part-time artist living in Prescott, Arizona. She earned her MFA in Fiction at the University...
Matthew Torralba Andrews A History of Smoking I miss when a visit to Tita Min’s house involved me holding a pretzel stick to my lips, mimicking my aunt, so confident and composed over her San...
Aurora Bodenhamer I didn’t learn how to read until I was twelve. In my first film, Love in a Blameless Land or How I Gambled It All Away, I was cast to play an intellectually disabled child. My...
Danielle Bradley Patricia was waiting to hear if her kidney stone was large enough to be surgically removed. It was the first thing, the kidney stone being too big to safely pass through her urethra,...