Barbara and Gerald

By Joshua Michael Stewart
He asks for forgiveness; she hands him sin. Their marriage: a traveling circus caravanning toward tornado-green sky.

Photo Story: Earth Day

By Emily Rivers
Your pencil snaps halfway through the SAT. Hand up, you stare at the Earth Day poster above the proctor’s head. It says: We Are The Future!


Sydney Lea
Everything could evaporate. Goodness. Malice. January. August. No notes played or sung, no modulations.

The Magician Creates Their Own Destiny

By Jesse Bradley-Amore
I let you do your job as a gorgeous distraction, spotlight dazzling the audience when it hits your sequins.

The Worm Bitch-Whispers in My Ear as I Lie Six Feet Under in a Plain Pine Box

By Mikki Aronoff
Remember me? My tensile strength, my thrashing will to survive the barb? Your father’s insistent fingers as they twisted to undo my spiral dance around the steel hook’s throat, how he pinched to grab any section of me that wasn’t curling and gripping the shank?

Photo Story: Past Life

By Rachel Cain
Before erosion and time morphed it into a wonder worth gawking at, this was just a place.

The Frog Pond

Abby Manzella
The rain’s moisture seeps into my car, smelling like the pond where my brother and I hopped across rocks, catching frogs to show to each other and then release.

Dark Wood

By Leonard Kress
We realize that we are lost in the dark woods. Then we encounter familiar voices and faces, ones we’ve met before on the outside.

Flemish Tavern

By Phillip Sterling
He tells me that if you were a sniper in Belgium during the war, you wanted to be in the Ardennes when the rations ran out—there were still rabbits and squirrels in the mountains ...

Photo Story: Seasonal Monogamy

By Rachel Cain
At the park we watch the sunset turn muddled purple, like a bruise. He says, “Did you know ducks are only partners for a season?”

Berol #1

By Guy Biederman
She loved substantial paper, paper with purchase, and Berol pencils #1. Thin paper reminded her of Sunday School, her husband’s Baptist side, a side he never truly lost; with that blank check beauty of forgiveness came permission to stray.

A Life Lesson from My Father

By Jonathan Odell
Dad tended chickens, thousands at a time. They were housed in long narrow buildings that looked like barracks.