Issue 3

By Emily Bartholet At sixteen, I am baking biscuits, then packing snow into the corners of an oven fire. After:
by Jaimie Gusman What needs me, rolls out of me           ¼ cup starch, sum of
By Ilana masad Husband Because he said he would be there, in sickness and in health. Because he had said
By Suzanne Langlois   Still Life My mother stands by the door holding my baby sister on her hip. Next
By Gabrielle Campagnano So you are bowling in Ohio, and what you do not know is that I tried to
By Sara Lippmann We make beef jerky to distribute as gifts for the holiday season. Brian believes it is better
By Nicole Santalucia The book of dirt In the book of dirt there are no gravestones or shovels, no shoes
By Allyson Hoffman   I stole two books from my grandfather’s house in the weeks before he died. His things
By Jennifer Zeynab Maccani XII. Before I could read, Sitto used to tell me stories. She used to tell me
Publishing our 3rd issue on the 25th of December, when lots of folks are with families or at least not