Matthew Williams

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Matthew Williams Matthew Williams is a teacher and poet from Sacramento, CA. He earned an MFA from NYU and received a Galway Kinnell Memorial Scholarship from The Community of Writers. His poems are forthcoming from or have appeared in The Banyan Review, California Quarterly, No, Dear, Gulf Stream Magazine, Qu Literary Magazine, the Under Review, Pangyrus, Switchback, Dryland, and as part of The Center for Book Arts Poetry Broadside Reading Series. He currently serves on the Board of Directors for No, Dear and lives with his husband in Brooklyn where he teaches in New York City Public Schools. Twitter: @emmdubb88 Instagram: @emmdubb88 And After, No One Lowered Their Flag

Kayla Jessop

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Kayla Jessop Kayla Jessop is an MFA candidate at Lindenwood University. Her nonfiction has been published in Tempo, Harpur Palate, Broad River Review, You Might Need To Hear This, Lindenwood Review, Variant Literature, Welter, Press Pause Press, Chapter House Journal, Newfound, Coffin Bell, Chaotic Merge Magazine, Ignatian literary magazine, West Trade Review, Eastern Iowa Review, and Blood Orange Review. She does her best writing while sitting in coffee shops and daydreaming about possibilities. In her free time, when she’s not teaching, she enjoys cross-stitching and watching New Girl. Fears, Explained

Briel Felton

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Briel Felton Briel Felton was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia. She received her BA in English from Old Dominion University and her MFA in Creative Writing from Cornell University. Her poems have appeared in various publications including Laurel Moon, Firewords, Rigorous, and the Barely South Review. She is also a librettist creating the libretto for A Midsummer Night’s Musicale and A Sermon on the Mount with composer John Bunge which premiered in Ithaca, NY. She is currently pursuing her Master’s in Library and Information Studies at ODU and will be graduating in May of 2024. When she is not writing she is rereading A Rock Against the Wind, an anthology of Black love poems, over and over again, thrifting and trying to find places for all the clothes in her closet, or picking up a new crafting hobby (this week she is into making beaded bracelets). Twitter: @brickhouse6000 Instagram: @brieljfelton The More We Go The More We Don’t Know a Thing Biological Speculation

Claire Wahmanholm

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Claire Wahmanholm Claire Wahmanholm is the author of Wilder (2018), Redmouth (2019), and, most recently, Meltwater (2023), which was a finalist for the Kingsley Tufts Award and Minnesota Book Award. Her work has appeared widely, including in The Anarchist Review of Books, The Hopkins Review, Cream City Review, TriQuarterly, Sierra, and Washington Square Review. A 2020-2021 McKnight Writing Fellow and the winner of the 2022 Montreal International Poetry Prize, she lives in the Twin Cities. Twitter: @cwahmanholm Instagram: @cwahmanholm Away We Go

Ron Antonucci

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Ron Antonucci Antonucci has been a librarian and newspaper editor in Ohio and New York and was the editor of Ohio Writer Magazine. He has served as assistant editor at Etruscan Press, contributing editor for The Journal (OSU), and fiction editor for Artful Dodge. I licked a leaf

Rachel Stempel

Menu Current Volume Archive About Us Submit Categories Rachel Stempel Rachel Stempel is a Ukrainian-Jewish poet based in Binghamton, NY. Her work can be found at racheljstempel.com. Website: rachelstempel.com Afterbirth (fiction)

The More We Go The More We Don’t Know a Thing

The More We Go The More We Don’t Know A Thing by Briel Felton Even the yellowjackets are confused. The mosquitos, the wasps & the bees all in a tizzy.  Say brotha it must be August, but I don’t hear the cicadas hollering with those big ass lungs. What the fuck is happnin’?  There ain’t a flower to steal or skin to bite into. Just yesterday sweat pooled above my lip in the middle of this hot ass winter.  I don’t know what’s going on and the yellowjacket who decided to use my apartment as hospice, don’t either. He asked to bum a cig. I told him I don’t smoke, and he let out of a string of obscenities which you do when you’re dying. I offered him leftover lentils.  He looked up at me slow. Sweet cakes, you’ll never stop being confused ‘cause small patches change just as quickly as the world does.  I ask him how he knew much about the restofthaworld.  Television.  I’ve heard your prayers at night. Begging. Bargaining. Answers don’t really do much. Might I suggest not looking for them. Just— & and the damn ministering yellowjacket croaked and I sucked his corpse up into the vacuum and finished the lentils. Poetry Home Art by Suzanne Benton

Biological Speculation

Biological Speculation by Briel Felton I bought the green carton of Newports. Lit one to time it and gave the rest to someone in need: a 14-year-old asking me to buy a 6-pack of beer in the 7/11 for him and his friends. I wonder if they are pretending to be their fathers. I thought my gift would take longer to kill them. So, these are the wonder years. All I know is the suffix -ette denotes something small. Cigar+ette= a little bit closer to it. Is the ‘it’ all we branch our organs towards? Like a little death, a deathette. I have things to learn. I still don’t know when to replace my underwear. I am an empty milk carton licking at the asphalt. The most astounding thing about us is we are made of the same things as a pile of dirt & no matter how many cigarettes we light the body talks us back to life. I’ve held my hand over a flame before. I pictured myself jerking the wheel too hard on a highway. 7 billion billion billion atoms decided to be me. What were the meeting notes in this urgency? In the second it takes to light a cigarette; my body has made a million red blood cells. I’ve prayed and cussed just as many times. Cells are irreversibly dying and I’m not so sure leaving anything behind will fix the flood. It depends on how much you inhale but it took about 7 minutes. The inhales were uncareful and maybe then I realized the expanse of lungs and their capabilities. Poetry Home Art by Peter L. Scacco

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