G.C. Waldrep if not, less expert: elm-riven: light floods iteration’s domicile: how would you describe: as paraph, signature: strapped to winter’s gurney, its compound...
Joe Pan Odysseus Teaches One of His New Dogs to Say ‘I Love You’ Arrrr! O, arrrr! O, raw scar! How you ore our iron ire, ogre of Troy. Ere your errors, our ears were ewes wanting of...
2013 Contest Winners Greg Grummer Poetry Award Judged by Dean Young Winner: Annie Christain, Villagers Chop Them in Half, Thinking They Are Snakes Runner-up: Maggie Millner, Squalls Winter...
Ryan Habermeyer Winner, Fiction Contest A foot had been uncovered from a sandbar the night after the solstice. Nobody was sure how long it had suffered there in anonymity as it had been found...
Annie Christain Winner, Greg Grummer Poetry Award "Come not between the Dragon and his wrath..." King Lear. Act I, Sc 2 "He thought the Beatles were witches flying on broomsticks from hell." –...
Deborah Thompson Winner, Nonfiction Contest I wrote down memories, detail upon detail, with shamanistic obsessiveness, before they slipped away, before he slipped away. I wasn’t trying to...
Sarah Cook music is just miles but longer the motion of a hand & another hand on a train the body constantly simulates theft the sound of which extends this plane beyond grip...
George Morgan Scott Unnoticed by the prattling guests, little Toby, twitching with the terrible twos, climbs up on the stuffed chair, totters, catches his balance, reaches for the security...
Emily Rinkema I wake up because my father is at the door. “Want to go fishing?” he whispers, and I know it must be too early for school, too early to be waking up. The light in the hall is...
