Nonfiction

“Laying on of Hands” by Matt Muilenburg

23 February 2018 on Blog, Nonfiction

I unwillingly entered the priesthood in seventh grade. My name appeared on the slip of paper my teacher drew from the fake chalice we would later use during our staging...

Storystorm

Magnetic Irony

23 February 2018 on Blog, Poetry, Storystorm

Future generations may define our period style by its pervasive sincerity. Irony is what's missing from much contemporary poetry. For example, the popular political poems are earnest, if angry, and...

Poetry

“A Brighter Light” by Nancy Christopherson

16 February 2018 on Poetry

After days in the drear rain and wind—sunlight, the sun comes up in a clear sky. It seems settled, then, a difficult argument of weather—the sun displays its wares. Simple...

Fiction

“A Single Red Feather” by Jacqueline Guidry

09 February 2018 on Fiction

Lee pulled up her shade. Workers in bright orange vests scurried around the plane, their movements impressively purposeful, though she had no idea what they were doing. She’d never flown...

Storystorm

What do we look for in fiction submissions?

09 February 2018 on Fiction, Storystorm

Barnstorm’s fiction readers have varied reading tastes and interests, but they share a common passion for stories. Recently, they weighed in on what they look for as they read fiction...

Poetry

“Return No. 2” by Laurel Milburn

02 February 2018 on Blog, Poetry

We step outside an axis where the magnets scrape to a dry thinning spark. Things to do: Things to do to turn a nocturne to a waltz. Today is red....

The Writer's Hot Seat

The Writer’s Hot Seat: Mira Ptacin

02 February 2018 on Blog, The Writer's Hot Seat

Mira Ptacin reports on women in trouble—in trouble with the law, with the economy, with their bodies, with ghosts. Her memoir, Poor My Soul, has been called “a funny and...

Nonfiction

“Creatures My Mother’s Cat Killed Last Summer” By Meredith Jeffers

15 December 2017 on Nonfiction

Dozens of Shrews plucked from the gaps in our neighbor’s stone steps. Her patio has all but collapsed; thick weeds sprout in its cracks. The shrews dug their burrow in the disrepair....

The Writer's Hot Seat

The Writer’s Hot Seat: Fred Marchant

15 December 2017 on Blog, Poetry, The Writer's Hot Seat

Barnstorm reader Katie Brunero recently talked with poet Fred Marchant about his new collection of poetry, Said Not Said, guidance for new poets, technique versus craft, and the best revision advice he's...

Fiction

“Tough Jobs” by Eric Rasmussen

08 December 2017 on Fiction

Nothing should have survived the garage collapse. Holy lord, if only you could’ve seen it. The outer wall crashed into the alley and the roof fell straight down. The west...

Poetry

“To be Kissed” by Aran Donovan

01 December 2017 on Blog, Poetry

These arable lands To go quizzing about them in hoop skirt To melt humble in an avid sahara To piss, comrades in relief abandon Truly waffle, like a primary in...

Storystorm

The Landscape of Memory, or, My Characters Keep Getting Lost in The Desert

01 December 2017 on Blog, Fiction, Storystorm

“[E]very pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self. There is no place to hide and so we are found.” -Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge I close my eyes...

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