Poetry, CNF, and Graphic Essays.

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issue 9.1

Vanya Erickson

Remembering The scream was a deep, miserable thing that flew out of my mouth, gushing into the room like rusty water bursting from a pipe....

Stephanie Anderson

Flight Animals I hear her crying behind the closed door—my mother, maybe on the floor, having wet herself, or maybe in the bed, can’t pull...

Amber Rogers

Coiled You reached out your hand to help me across a flooded creek, and I hesitated before I took it. Electric green beetles glinted in...

Lisa Laughlin

A Sort of Trespass The brush we’re walking through doesn’t belong to us. Technically, it’s rooted on a plot owned by the cattleman who makes...

Jill Kolongowski

Drought, Tuesday afternoon I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve started watching the neighbors. From the kitchen window of our second-floor apartment I can see down...

Greer Gurland

Waffles So I am driving my kids around, somewhere between after-school activity twenty-six and twenty-seven. Ian, Russell, and Sophie are in the back. Nathaniel managed...

Karin Killian

Once, A Moon Smack in the middle of the tenderest flesh of my abdomen sits a faded blue crescent moon, embracing my navel—my first tattoo....

Lee Gulyas and Brenda Miller

Golden Angle - a collaborative essay   Lemons Lemon curd, lemon meringue pie, lemon tarts, limoncello, lemon financiers, preserved lemons for Moroccan food, lemons grilled with salmon. I...

Katrina Vandenberg

Mandala I first learned my blood type in an emergency room in Western Massachusetts. At the time it seemed a bit of blood humor: Be...

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