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Lisa Laughlin

Kindling The summer I moved back to Ephrata, nearly all of Washington State caught on fire. On the east side, there had been even less...

Interview with Gianna Russo

by Casey Clague Casey Clague: Can you tell me a little bit about your background in poetry? Gianna Russo: Well, up until the last year and...

Jenna Lyles

Kumquat I remember my mother’s womb. It comes to me in a reoccurring dream I first mistake for another tryst with comatose surrealism. Indeed, my...

Melanie McCabe

The Secret She Knows – Or Does Not My sister and I learned early the power of clandestine knowledge. Of stealth. Of the story no...

Brent Fisk

Solving for X I have never been good at math, but am an ace at miscalculation. Lightning illuminated the tops of the maples and mulberries along...

Cynthia Atkins

Imaginary Friends With some reservation, you can swear off the clutch of voices, but remember to look both ways before crossing each soirée of memory— like the...

Lorri McDole

Family Polynomials 1. How We Get Up The world can be divided into two types of people: those who brush their teeth before their morning coffee...

Joey Chin

For the Love of Loss (and Vice Versa) 10. Many months after my ex-boyfriend died, I dream of him. “Are you still making music?” I ask.   Not...

Jozelle Dyer

The Fisherman for Carl Ingram Dyer My Papa ate the eyes of the fish he caught in the Gulf of Paria when my Mama served them whole, suspended in...

Lina Patton

Mother’s Hands Sometimes I would pinch the top of her hand and then mine quickly, watch her skin drift back to place while mine snapped. I’d poke and press the purple vein...

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