“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...
Ross White Some technologies fail, and though I’m sure a few lucky bathers found oscillating tubs under their trees on Christmas morning at the turn of a new century, I bet by ‘01 those...
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...
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...
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...
Danielle Bradley Patricia was waiting to hear if her kidney stone was large enough to be surgically removed. It was the first thing, the kidney stone being too big to safely pass through her urethra,...
