“I think the guy outside is a Giants fan,” I told my boyfriend over the phone late one August morning, peering out my window in...
Through the Lens of a Bowhead: An Essay by Megan Donnelly
It’s April here at the top of the world. The sun has returned to Utqiaġvik, the northernmost community in the United States, and temperatures hover...
By The Waters: Nonfiction by Annalise Mabe
“The sea is not a question of power I have to learn alone” —Adrienne Rich, “Diving into the Wreck” On the playground, we draw lines...
Edge People: An Essay by Sarah Boudreau
The flies emerge from the salt-drenched mud of the northeastern coast. Though they do not swarm, like a plague of locusts they descend on the...
The Price of Butter: An Essay by Madeleijn van den Nieuwenhuizen
With the alertness of a mother watching her children at the playground, Julieta’s eyes are scanning the symmetry of the apricot cakes. She dusts off...
Nonfiction: The General by Luigi Lorenzo
My father’s life is one where its greatest politicians were assassinated, were corrupt, sometimes simultaneously and sometimes not. Over the phone, we discuss Duterte and...
Nonfiction: Fifteen Micro-Essays by Matthew Schultz
ON THE CREATION OF THE UNIVERSE First, God created the letters of the Alphabet. Then, using these, He created everything else. MY MOTHER Rather...
Nonfiction: A Place to Bury our Bones by Nadia Owusu
The morning after Seth and I had our first fight that was, in typical first fight fashion, about nothing and everything at once, I woke...
Nonfiction: An End by Jennifer Maritza McCauley
I am afraid to die, my oldman client tells me. He says this while sipping a hot beer we snuck into the Oakmont hospice house....
Nonfiction: Chicken Mondays by Rebecca Bornstein
For five years after I graduated from college, I worked in the deli of a popular organic grocery store in Portland, Oregon— probably the...
Nonfiction: One Hostage In Play by Robert W. Fieseler
I’m making friends with the tough of the block until he pulls a Rambo. I want to say his name is Tyler? I suppose I...
Review – Let us Live Fully: On Caits Meissner’s Let It Die Hungry by Jahan Mantin
The title of Caits Meissner’s second book of poetry, Let It Die Hungry, conjures up images of a mother’s wizened breast, taunting the open mouth of her...