Daniel Andrews

[CREATIVE NONFICTION] Autumn   II.  A painter is asked by the pragmatist: “Hey man, can you paint me? Nothing interpretive. Keep it literal.” T...

Hannah McSorley

[FICTION] Washing Machine Time   When I was little I’d sit in front of the washing machine with my dog and watch the clothes circle round and round in suds...

KC Snow

[FICTION] Supposed To   She was told this parking garage was a safe distance from her destination. She parked on the third level. In her lap, a phone vibra...

BOOK REVIEW // Ona Gritz

"Goody has a passion for detail and a desire for exactitude that, at its best, has the probing quality of early Sharon Olds. Her images pile up to refine a...

Brittany Talbot

Love Is a Dirty Word   I am eight years old the first time I hear the word ‘lesbian’. I’m flipping through the channels on the television, nose plugged and...

Sarah Bess

Oklahoma Garbagescape   We are driftwood spider limbs embracing an old tire   Beercan hearts beating in bodies of scattered foam   We are sulfur ...