Poetry: This Architectural Rendering by Ed Brickell
was never going to happen, bold late night
in a near-deserted office: cantilevered balconies
Creative Nonfiction: Last Night at the Airport, a Stranger Asked if I Had a Cigarette by Melissent Zumwalt
Did I look like a smoker? Or could it be, somehow, that stranger had X-ray vision? Perhaps he could see straight through my chest cavity into my lungs—which had been blackened in childhood, subjected to decades of my father’s secondhand smoke…
Revision: A Literary Remodeling by Olga Katsovskiy
Revision is not the same as editing. That’s not to say every finished work needs to be gutted to the studs, but we must be willing to look at our own work objectively for it to be good.
Revenge of the Nerds: An Interview with Finnian Burnett by John Brantingham
When we dig deeply into the things we care about, we often uncover questions about identity, belonging, love, fear — the big human stuff.
Poetry: Boundaries by J-T Kelly
Your ability to say, “I am lonely,” when you are lonely,
as if you were always at the well.
Creative Nonfiction: Cutting Down the Walnut Tree by Basira Harpster
It took me years to see what was right in front of me.
Flash Fiction: Old Enough to Know by Christina Tudor
“You’re gonna be such a great mom someday,” Aunt Janie says while I clean up after dinner. A spray bottle in one hand and a rag in the other. I trace circles across the mahogany dining table that get wider and wider.
Blended & Beyond: Validations by Jade McGregor
His birthweight; the pattern of the stars in the sky; his hometown; the total value of his baseball card collection…
Poetry: We huddle here by Marge Piercy
The sky is a grey lid without
cloud or sun. Light rises
from the snow covering all.
Creative Nonfiction: Is Divorce Mexican? by Dana Maya
I packed Julie’s question in my backpack, carried it on the school bus. At home, I held it in my fist while I watched the Little Rascals on TV and ate Doritos mindlessly with orange-dusted fingers.
JMWW 