“Go for Gin” by Audrey Gradzewicz

09 October 2020 on Poetry

for Lauren B. /Lawrin B. At dusk, when regal moths kill themselves ignoblyon the bare yellow bulb of your porchlight, I name futures like racehorses. Alphabet Soupis the future in...


What’s Your Process? Fiction Readers Respond

07 October 2020 on Blog, Storystorm

One of my favorite parts of an MFA program is getting to know other writers on a more nuanced level--beyond interpersonal interactions or their work alone. I get to know...


“Donya Zaragoza” by Soleil Davíd

02 October 2020 on Fiction

Donya Zaragoza, née Castillo, allowed herself to be whisked away from her beloved Batangas family home to the southern province of Bicol because she knew that marrying a Zaragoza meant...


“Days of Hand to Mouth” by Dennis Cummings

25 September 2020 on Poetry

We worked until dawn back then—Afros and longhairs on the loading dock,mocking the small paychecks that cameeach Friday at shift’s end, the last truck now hollowed out, the bass metal...


The Value of Sad Stories

23 September 2020 on Blog, Storystorm

I grew up in a laughing house. Granted, it was sometimes a yelling house, or a screaming house, or a crying house – but the important thing was, my family...


“A Wedding in Aleppo” by M. K. Martin

22 May 2020 on Fiction

We are having a wedding in our restaurant. All morning, my younger brother, Hamid, has been scampering like a skinny, tail-less monkey, hanging lights in our cypress trees. We have...


Thoughts While Waiting by Elizabeth Templeman

15 May 2020 on Nonfiction

What did I think, then, in those years biding my time, waiting? Waiting: for life to get serious, whatever that might mean; for maturity, whatever that would feel like. But...


“Ground Rules” by Tim DeJong

08 May 2020 on Poetry

The boy sits in a field.He is four or maybe three.Red-shirted, blue-shorted, he arranges his gathered trifles, loose sticks, wasp’s wing, snail’s shell,sifts fragments too minor to signify.The weedy grass around...


It’s Okay to Not Write a Book During the Pandemic

01 May 2020 on Blog

I’m not sure what I was expecting—maybe with more (read: all) time at home, I would be nothing short of prolific, à la “Room of One’s Own” at last. I...


“God as an Illinois hops farm” by Anna Girgenti

24 April 2020 on Poetry

in early July, just before harvest, mud on the frilly white hemof my sundress. Barefoot. We squeeze the last drops of beer from the keg — my little brother barely...


“Suffragette” by Amy Stonestrom

10 April 2020 on Nonfiction

My second favorite thing about going to church was coming home to the bubbling carrots, onions and pork or beef that stewed while we were putting in our time on...


“Canyon Fire” by Patricia Caspers

03 April 2020 on Poetry

Another August morning the sky opensits smoke-heavy wings, and after so many years of silence, we hello each other in the cafe,as if not knowing the wooded placewhere we parked...

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