Patrick Kindig The students I teach are more likely to die than most. Horribly & soon, I mean—in battle, or in that skull- numbed moment before. Or simply by a stray bullet skimming the floor...
Naomi Brauner After the moose, I had to reverse down the mountain. The road twisted under my tires until I found a turnout where I could straighten my truck and fly. I practiced the breathing my...
Robert Mata We fished all summer. My father taught me to bait a hook with a worm, then a minnow, then a crayfish. Learning torture like Russian dolls, each body a grosser, wider death. The cooler...
Grant Jensen Young Tommy Jones is building a boat on dry land. The closest lake is a two-hour drive on a good day, but he says he doesn’t care and that he’ll wait for the rain to fall and...
Mary Maxfield My mother taught me silence like a secret handshake, more muscle memory than vow. When asked about her now, a hush entangles fingers, slaps, knocks fists. I say everything but this. She...
Georgia Lavigne They say it knows when you’ll die. Everyone’s got a file in every drawer. The higher you climb the more accurate the file gets. Bottom few levels it’s just a sheet of paper with...
“Lady Silence” Digital Anna Maeve is a jill of all trades hailing from New Zealand. She is a Women in Art Award Finalist 2023. You can view more of her work at Annamaeve.com/gallery....
“Alex at the Pool” Acrylic on canvas “Humpback Whales, Mother and Daughter” Acrylic on canvas Lesley Goodyear draws inspiration for many of her paintings from the landscapes...
Nancy Mitchell As you grew it grew. A foghorn moaned in a sea of soybeans. Nothing the cop said, to see here. But you stayed and waited until you saw your face— a...
