Poetry from Lorelei Bacht
Photo: Milada Vigerova define joy. when all the work of suffering is done. when the warrior fallen, consumed, when bone returned to sand. when a photograph is just that— a photograph. when the blade is rusted, broken, the scissors lost amidst the daffodils, trampled into the mud of a few springs ago. when what am […]
Poetry from Aelita Klausmeier
Photo: Dave Michuda December They’re cutting down the Christmas trees one by one, dressed in their red and blue jackets like toy men watching toy trees topple into damp grass as if in slow motion. They hoist them up, strong bodies with strong arms, tie them in neon orange plastic and load them into the […]
Nonfiction from Julie Flattery
Photo: Patrick Hendry Fly Away “You should put bird seed on the floor and open up all the windows,” my mom tells me. Her icy blue eyes stare past me at something I cannot see. “But we might get in trouble, Mom, like Eloise, when she went to Paris,” I say, recalling a favorite childhood […]
Fiction from Robert Vaughan
Photo: Brecht Deboosere Candy Crushes Todd We’d read our book reports aloud in my treehouse. He’d read first. His dimples and his cupid lips. He played clarinet and on the opposite side of the room, I blew the baritone. He never looked at me during Band. Alex Walked him to his dentist appointment in 7th […]
Fiction from Georgia White
Photo: Inga Gezalian I ate no choice food. On my first day in therapy, the doctors told us we had to separate our eating disorders from ourselves, personalize them, name them, make them something other. But I wasn’t sure if I could yet. That’s the thing—when the only permanent thing in your body is the […]
Fiction from Stephanie Yu
Photo: MontyLov Sun Surf Skin Rye The old couple is staring at the sun. Their sandwiches are Italian on rye. The air is salt and vinegar. The seals are molting on the beach. The tide is coming in. The wind is lashing at their weathered faces. It’s flicking pieces of sand against their skin. The […]
Fictions from Hayley Swinson
Photo: Reginal Wild onions My sister’s fingers dig deep in the dirt, encircle the bulb. Shorn roots pop, their tips wriggling like slashed worms underground. Can you eat wild onions? We are thirteen years old. Yesterday I was twelve; today, I eclipse her, and we are teenagers together for the first time. When she asks […]
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