Kelly Murashige The baby has been crying for what feels like three days straight. Mari, for her part, has joined in intermittently. It isn’t just the stress of being a first-time parent. The pain....
John Farrell Kelly A melody emerges in the darkness. My spirit slowly surfaces, and my mind gently moves and stretches. I quietly state, “Siri, stop.” I open my eyes, turn to my side, and tap my...
Denise Magloire The sound of drops crashing against the window fills the room until they are masked by the cries of a newborn. His lungs fill up with air, his fists tightly clenched, and his eyes...
Cole Pragides At dawn, my grandfather’s eyes are enveloped in silver mist. Burning atmospheres as he looks around his backyard of small effigies. Around us: dented tins, scarred lacquer, gouged wax...
Sydney Koeplin “I think we should have claws.” “Pinchers.” “Fangs!” “Fur.” We threw our ingredients into the twenty-gallon plastic tub we’d stolen from the Galliones’ backyard and...
Chris Edmonds We went once to see our father in Crawford, that spring he’d been hired to paint the church steeple. We told our mother we were taking a long bike ride around the lake and maybe...
Erika Niemi Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: suicide ideation and descriptions of attempted suicide . “Well, the real trick to being...
Edward Pretty Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: mentions of non-consensual and consensually ambiguous sex acts. “I’m building a...
Raena Shirali -for Ariana Reines to touch the unfolding spiral i take my nightly seat at the cusp of fig. i see what i’m supposed to : shapes, innumerable, in...
Tyler Michael Jacobs You will begin your great death into manhood.The corn will be picked and the alfalfabaled. The thick scent of pasture will no longersore your eyes. The rain will turn cold and...