Poetry
Ellie Snyder
“Elkhorn,” “Badlands,” and “Grand Canyon”
It looks near the peak like wind has rubbed alpine grass
from the clean-edged boulders like paint from the head
of a statue of a child. You take a photo of Hank and me
in which we are invisible against a mountain of ankle-
breaking gaps.
from the clean-edged boulders like paint from the head
of a statue of a child. You take a photo of Hank and me
in which we are invisible against a mountain of ankle-
breaking gaps.
Jack D. Harvey
“Sit Tibi Terra Levis,” “To Li Po,” and “Dilly Dali”
But it won’t be;
gravis, gravis, gravis,
be sure of that.
The good books tell us
feed the hungry
be kind and loving
to kith and kin
gravis, gravis, gravis,
be sure of that.
The good books tell us
feed the hungry
be kind and loving
to kith and kin
Emily Tonnu
“Life from the Perspective of a Coffee Cup” and “The Season of Almost-Gone”
Today, I begin as a hollow “O”:
a ceramic lung waiting for the steaming pour,
the sensation of an honest heat.
Mostly, I am grateful for the hands:
the way they cradle my frame.
Not to own. Never to own.
a ceramic lung waiting for the steaming pour,
the sensation of an honest heat.
Mostly, I am grateful for the hands:
the way they cradle my frame.
Not to own. Never to own.
JD Del Rey
“We Need Love,” “Passion Pop,” and “Always At Home”
We need love
When there’s nothing
Left to share.
We need love
When all is
Hardening cement.
We need love
When there’s nothing
Left to share.
We need love
When all is
Hardening cement.
We need love
Ailish NicPhaidin
“Institutionalized Hopelessness,” “Steeplechase,” and “Transcendent”
The mind must break through the chains
Of enslavement and petty property owners.
Emancipate the mind
The heart will follow
The truth, always in turmoil,
Will not fall between the cracks
Of enslavement and petty property owners.
Emancipate the mind
The heart will follow
The truth, always in turmoil,
Will not fall between the cracks
David Beddow
“Parenting without Punctuation,” “Grief cannot be Out Run,” and “Coin of existence”
born on Woodridge lane
love nurtures connection
try so hard in a toddler’s arms
first steps first words first school day
first dance first driving lesson
love nurtures connection
try so hard in a toddler’s arms
first steps first words first school day
first dance first driving lesson
Janessa Graham
“Hoping Against Wisdom,” “Agape,” and “Youth”
A heart lacking good sense,
chasing after its yearn
like a bull to its treacherous
slaughter, praying
for its plans to see the
light of success
chasing after its yearn
like a bull to its treacherous
slaughter, praying
for its plans to see the
light of success
Pin-Han Li
“The Daughter,” “The Mother,” and “The Grandma”
The night—quiet but full of hushed bickering—
returned. I put on headphones, but in vain.
The moon was bright yet restlessly flickering.
Looking at the photos on the wall—once sweet—
I could feel the lies and yelling
returned. I put on headphones, but in vain.
The moon was bright yet restlessly flickering.
Looking at the photos on the wall—once sweet—
I could feel the lies and yelling
Short Story
Jessica Fisher Riches
Four Keys
“Welcome to the building. Save the boy.”
Nikola heard the words distinctly, but there was no one around. She tightened her grip on her backpack strap and turned back to the message board in the dimly lit průjezd. The passage was chilly and darker than it should have been, as if the winter afternoon light had stopped at the threshold and refused to come further.
Nikola heard the words distinctly, but there was no one around. She tightened her grip on her backpack strap and turned back to the message board in the dimly lit průjezd. The passage was chilly and darker than it should have been, as if the winter afternoon light had stopped at the threshold and refused to come further.
Henrick Karoliszyn
Godless City
Spyder woke to rain chewing the tin roof and the smell of somebody else’s cigarettes. For a second he reached where Teresa used to be, fingers finding only cold sheet and a torn seam he kept promising himself he’d stitch. He lay there and listened until obligation got him upright.
His knees cracked when he swung them off the mattress. Forty-seven and already moving like a hinge in need of oil.
His knees cracked when he swung them off the mattress. Forty-seven and already moving like a hinge in need of oil.
Star Galasyn
Of The Heart
Bridget didn’t believe in love at first sight, but when the pretty girl walked through the door, Bridget would have thought that Cupid himself had stabbed her with a love-laced arrow. It happened quickly, the way things always do when they concern love. Bridget felt the heat rise to her cheeks when, in all her staring, the girl actually stared back. Bridget looked away. She had never seen her before…
Amanda Draznin
Prime Time TV
As I get home from the dance studio, I see Mom in the kitchen. Cooking. I’m flabbergasted. Why would my mom be cooking? She hates it. My parents had the arrangement that my dad would cook while my mom would clean. Like everything else in this family, it was taken to the extreme.
Pin-Han Li
The Letters
BR31. 15 hours and 24 minutes. From JFK to TPE. Departs at 1:33 a.m. I’m going back—to see my family, and of course, you.
When I heard your name from my mom on the phone last night, it felt like only yesterday we had lingered after school, as if time would never touch us—we were on your bike, laughing and talking, or in our usual corner beside the banyan tree
When I heard your name from my mom on the phone last night, it felt like only yesterday we had lingered after school, as if time would never touch us—we were on your bike, laughing and talking, or in our usual corner beside the banyan tree
Joseph Gulino
Ten and Eight
Vance Whitaker was going to win the 1973 Maine State Amateur.
I know there are no sure things in sports, especially golf. It’s a game full of bad breaks. Bad bounces, lip outs, weather that turns on you. Match play only makes it worse. Five rounds over four days can turn anything sideways. Maine golf was no joke in the seventies.
I know there are no sure things in sports, especially golf. It’s a game full of bad breaks. Bad bounces, lip outs, weather that turns on you. Match play only makes it worse. Five rounds over four days can turn anything sideways. Maine golf was no joke in the seventies.
Emily Bilman
Double Bind
Rowan walked along the oak forest immersed in a conscientious dilemma. He could not decide whether he should enlist in the army to counteract war casualties in Praetorium. He had a conflict between his conscience and his ego. His ego spurred him towards self-preservation whereas his conscience urged him to enlist in the armed forces.
Rowan was a geographer and writer who lived alone in a restored stone cottage in the countryside of Nova Brescia. That year, spring was deployed like an air-inflated parachute on the countryside. On bright days when the mist lifted from the valley and the fields, he could hear the stream flowing along the cottage. Then, he would stop writing to listen to the stream skipping on the grit of the riverbed. The sound of the stream soothed him.
Rowan was a geographer and writer who lived alone in a restored stone cottage in the countryside of Nova Brescia. That year, spring was deployed like an air-inflated parachute on the countryside. On bright days when the mist lifted from the valley and the fields, he could hear the stream flowing along the cottage. Then, he would stop writing to listen to the stream skipping on the grit of the riverbed. The sound of the stream soothed him.
Creative Nonfiction
Candi Sary
Pappagallo
My dad died a few months ago and yet I still hear him. I can’t listen to bands like the Doobie Brother’s without hearing his voice in the mix—even if he did make up his own words half the time. I still hear his signature catchphrases that always made my sisters and me laugh.
“He was a prince and a horse, but mostly horse,” he’d say to describe someone.
“He was a prince and a horse, but mostly horse,” he’d say to describe someone.
Brendan Praniewicz
Jean Pierre
In 2008, for my college graduation, my family and I took a cruise on the now infamous Carnival Triumph. I don’t recall what we ate for dinner that first night, but I still remember our waiter. A dashing black man with a French accent dazzled us with a card trick before taking our drink orders. Glimmers of chandelier light reflected in his glasses as he introduced himself as Jean Pierre, and his name tag said he originated from Haiti.
Gloria Buckley
Estuary Peace
I have found your maternal spirit at the top of the Point as I breathe in the salty mist of the Delaware Bay estuary in Lewes. This is where I have landed. A place I do wish you would have ventured with me. I talk to the sea now instead of you. I talk to the creatures that I believe live in the sea deep within the confines of each ecosystem whether aquatic or in the forests. My conversations in the marsh I will share with you as it is my journey now.