Sarah Destin I could see them across the lawn, sitting in a lopsided circle by the water, so I waved and walked toward them, slowly, glancing down occasionally to avoid goose shit. I would just stay...
Maggie Hart THIRTY-FOUR DAYS BEFORE The woman entered the confessional room that Saturday afternoon without any shame or chagrin, an abnormality for a sinner at reconciliation. She slammed the door...
Wasima Khan Before there were boats, barbed wires, and frozen mornings in northern Europe, there was a courtyard in Aleppo where jasmine climbed the walls, and his sister sang to the birds. In the...
Sharon S.Y. Lee The birthday party has reached its frenzied apex and hurtles towards the cake cutting finale, but Sarah wishes that she could rewind time—before she set the party budget, before she...
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...
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...
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—cleaved...
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 from...
Alex Bortell I shed fistfuls. Natural poacher, confused when I’m born finless. You hold two catfish by the gills. Spear me in the Muskegon. The Cougar’s ashtray lined with buds. I sift through...
Megan Eralie-Henriques Look closely at my hands. Notice how I’ve shredded the skin around my jagged nails. Look closer. See my fingernails picking at wounds, scarcely able to scab over. Bleeding,...
