Ja’Net Danielo Last night, in bed, I heard the ocean. Myear against the pillow, I heard waves. Like the thick whoosh & pulse of a womb, in &out of my ear, it moved. I felt it in my...
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...
T.C. Martin2026 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner Today you are thinking that to be fat is to feel an inscrutable connection to the color yellow. It was there, on the side. In a little white ceramic...
Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn. Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed with spotted loons...
“Dinner for 2”collage “I Didn’t Invite Ewe”collage Artist Robin Young, based in Borrego Springs, California works in mixed media focusing mostly on collage and...
Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love- drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...
“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...
Amanda Chiado Every woman displayed in the Museum of Ordinary Women left. Someone blamed the Mexican women in the big colorful skirts for starting the getaway song. Criminal magenta, fuchsia,...
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...
