By Emily Bartholet At sixteen, I am baking biscuits, then packing snow into the corners of an oven fire. After: how to dress a wound in honey. How to dress…
by Jaimie Gusman What needs me, rolls out of me ¼ cup starch, sum of milk, salt My hands are cupped like do you still…
By Ilana masad Husband Because he said he would be there, in sickness and in health. Because he had said no to getting a dog, which may have been cruel…
By Suzanne Langlois Still Life My mother stands by the door holding my baby sister on her hip. Next to her, the woodstove growls and bares its teeth. The…
By Gabrielle Campagnano So you are bowling in Ohio, and what you do not know is that I tried to identify every leaf I walked past today just so I…
By Sara Lippmann We make beef jerky to distribute as gifts for the holiday season. Brian believes it is better to give a part of ourselves than it is to…
By Nicole Santalucia The book of dirt In the book of dirt there are no gravestones or shovels, no shoes abandoned on back porches. In the book of dirt I…
By Allyson Hoffman I stole two books from my grandfather’s house in the weeks before he died. His things had already started disappearing. A mosaic lamp stand. A bottle…
By Jennifer Zeynab Maccani XII. Before I could read, Sitto used to tell me stories. She used to tell me that if you didn’t like a story, you could tell…
Publishing our 3rd issue on the 25th of December, when lots of folks are with families or at least not at work. Kinda risky, isn't it? Opening for submissions for a…