Fiction from Gray Birchby

Fiction from Gray Birchby

Photo: Jeremy Bishop Remembering the Ocean Chapter Eight: In which my father asks me to go into the ocean “No.”   Chapter One: In which I go to the ocean for the first time There is sand and salt and shells and I love this place, so full of sunlight. I am four years old […]

Poetry from Harper Campbell

Poetry from Harper Campbell

Photo: Zian For Highway in Calgary there is a long highway it cuts through everything it cuts me down the middle I touch the cars hot in the sun the smell of concrete something is spoiling in the sun the cars go by very fast the smell of sweetgrass the smell of sweetgrass . . […]

Poetry from Virginia Laurie

Poetry from Virginia Laurie

Photo: Vita Marija Murenaite Aloe vera She comes in like aloe on fried cheeks, all the sand behind my ear finally rinsed away, she is all flowing, pebbles in shoe unstuck, all the air, mint, unstuck. We take care of each other for free. . . Virginia Laurie studies English at Washington & Lee University. […]

Nonfiction from Diane Gottlieb

Nonfiction from Diane Gottlieb

Photo: Gio Bartlett Hunger Take two pieces of Wonder Bread, Classic White. Place them side by side on a dessert plate. In a small, black, cast-iron frying pan, toss a healthy slab of butter. Two tablespoons. Three if you dare! Turn the flame on low. While the butter melts, take a paring knife to a […]

Fiction from J.B. Stone

Fiction from J.B. Stone

Photo: engin akyurt Suddenly -Everything was cake—and everything I thought wouldn’t be cake—was cake. I thought it was a nightmare of unknown origin tattooed to my psyche, but no. Now everything I knew—know now—and will ever know for the rest of my days: cake. The pair of Converse stacked tightly next to my closet was […]

Fiction from Mary Lynn Reed

Fiction from Mary Lynn Reed

Photo: Sérgio Alves Santo True Things Thirty minutes standing at the bar, me complaining of my loneliness. She takes a long drag of beer, and asks, “Have you reconsidered dating?” “I have no time or energy for that nonsense again,” I say. She nods, sets the beer down. “You can call me. More than monthly, […]