Mary Catherine Harper Summer 2017 I hated my mother sometimesas all good girls do,because there were too manypairs of unused shoesin her closet, hoarded there,a heart beating only for itself. But how could love be measuredby the amount of dust fallingon thirteen pairs of red shoes,I chided myself. I loved my mother,most of the time,remembering … Continue reading What Shoes Do
Mary Catherine Harper I hated my mother sometimes as all good girls do, because there were too many pairs of unused shoes in her closet, hoarded there, a heart beating only for itself. But how could love be measured by the amount of dust falling on thirteen pairs of red shoes, I chided myself. I … Continue reading What Shoes Do
Gabrielle Brant Freeman I do not belong here! If my thoughts were on a t-shirt, this would have been emblazoned across my chest during my first AWP experience way back in 2008 in New York. I was about a month pregnant with my second child, I did not yet really consider myself to be a … Continue reading The Newbies’ Guide to AWP: aka 5 Things Every Newbie Should Do BEFORE They Get to AWP
Marija Stajic My mother squeezed one of my hands tight, my aunt Zora the other as they led me into the church to introduce me face-to-face to Saint Nikola. My father Branko stayed at home with Loza, who, at six, my mother said, was still too young to understand why there were icons of Saint … Continue reading Saint Nikola’s Shoes
Building Blocks for Home Starr Herr Curlie Blue Valerie Smith Dew and Manure Maddie Woda I Remember Death Beaton Galafa Jimmy Cavanaugh George Perreault The Long Way Robert Lee Kendrick Love is rich with venom and honey Amanda Rachelle Warren Poems of Place Jessica Ramer Recipe for an Indian Jessica (Tyner) Mehta Sow Paige Leland Waiting … Continue reading Poetry
by Harris Walker The travel agent finally lifted her head from the ream of paper scattered over her desktop, where countless timetables and schedules had been shuffled around with numerous confirmations of reservations, estimates and disbursements. Within the opening of her hijab, wrapped around her forehead and both cheeks, her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and … Continue reading To the South Are Banana Plantations
Anyone. Anywhere. Anytime. by Honey Rand It wasn’t the first trip or last; it wasn’t the most memorable or cheapest, or most expensive. I went to Amsterdam for cheese, tulips, wooden shoes, and Heineken. It’s a big city. The streets are crowded and dirty, like many big cities, and there I learned that it was … Continue reading Person. Place. Prey.
by Christie Marra October 2018 The ghostly blue bottom of the flame rose then sputtered out. Regina turned toward the pile—large logs tic-tac-toed on the bottom, skinny, splintering kindling on top. Click-click-click. No spark. Click-click-click-click-click. Nothing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the matchbook. Maybe she could get a match lit long enough to … Continue reading Living with Wolves
by Mike Herndon I could tell she was going to be trouble, the hair all down over her horn-rimmed glasses, the too-sensible shoes and the anachronistic cardigan. She would not be one to accept the wisdom I offer. She would be one to think she could counter The Way Things Are with questions about The … Continue reading Revisionist History 101
by D. B. Gardner A withered hand rises from the confines of the wingback chair, shaking, searching in vain for the TV remote. Frustrated, the man shifts sideways, the cracked leather cushions grunting beneath his emaciated frame, reaching into the jacket pocket of a caramel brown suit slung over the stair rail post, lifts out … Continue reading Cut Chords