The Phantom Sip

The Phantom Sip

Nonfiction by Kate Stukenborg I notice it for the first time, really notice it, when I get coffee with Becca. Becca is in my wider circle of friends, but we haven’t talked much outside of a group. We always like chatting though, and usually end our short conversations...
Under the Empty Fields

Under the Empty Fields

by Lia Smith-Redmann In the May after his sixth birthday, Hal’s first cow was born. He learned about it the next morning at the kitchen table as he slurped milk and corn flakes over his bowl. Mom and Dad held conference in the usual spot—by the sink—while Mom ripped...
Incantation for Erin

Incantation for Erin

Poetry by k Russell tones, tomes, tombs, tubes all tied together knotted naughty a recipe for disaster and sweetness lapped up from the front mouth briny and bright and womb warm salvation saliva something into something else salted shucked from the meat of the tongue...
Pelops

Pelops

by Analiese Huber Even during the stormiest season of the year, it never seemed to be raining when the Old Man went to talk to the Sea. We would make a game of sneaking out to watch him, carefully sheltered behind yards of bark-stripped trees and silver-backed basalt...
King-Sized Bed

King-Sized Bed

Poetry by Emilee Gregory I thought adulthood would involve more card games at dinner parties. Say the world ‘grown-up,’ and I thought: playing cards with bent corners abandoned on a wrought iron table, glasses of wine with lipstick prints, cigarettes—still...
Jeremy in Germany

Jeremy in Germany

Nonfiction by Grace Zimmerman He is living my dream. He is my favorite cousin and the only one I knew by name. He had always been a specter, a mythical legend my former child mystified. I wasn’t sure he existed at all. We spoke of him like he was no longer with us,...