I wanted my handfuls / to rain down as far as his.
t
Tabitha Clara
to begin
Throw it on the fire, dear one.
[
Vivian Ia
[now the restoration]
i have said my piece unbeknownst to me
S
Emily Kingery
Scarecrow
I stumbled down roads // linked arm-in-arm with / friendless, pining men
D
Shagufta Mulla
Daughter Mined With Mercury
I remember playing // with loose beads of mercury.
a
Victoria Stitt
asylum love
i feed / my love // the soil’s boiled blood
t
Victoria Stitt
the last time I may know you
I say the ghosts have gone // quiet, bleached blue.
FICTION
T
Anastasia Chajewska
The Boogeyman and I
If only Wiktor had taken the car.
A
Shayla Frandsen
Alas, Poor Yorick!
He died four nights a week and twice on Saturdays at a theater in the French Quarter.
T
Anna-Claire McGrath
The Boat, Emily Cleary and Why I Love Sadie Valeen
We swim and we swim and we swim. We swarm like underwater bees, and fish quiver as we pass. The taste of saltwater in our mouths, red with the blood of what we eat.
B
Virginia Watts
Buccaneer’s Bounty
Hermit crabs are a big seller at Buccaneer’s Bounty, one of those trashy beach souvenir shops with sloping, creaky floors, stale air, and paint colors off the grid of normal.
J
Samantha Buoye
Jacob’s Eyes
I used to love this job, love the escapism of the mountain. Now, I had Jacob.
T
Laur Freymiller
The Hidebehind
At the Hidebehind's house, it is always autumn.
M
Andrew Furman
My Father Tells Me About Trees
It’s a ficus, I tell him like I told him last week and last month.
NONFICTION
Q
Maggie Andersen
Queen of the Night
Imagine a Chicago apartment in the nineties, the second floor of a three-flat, hardwood floors and smells of cooking and cigarette smoke.
V
Claire Hanlon
Vanitas
Imagine a darkened stage. Here is an everywoman—thirties, dark hair, glasses—sitting on a plain wooden chair.
Y
Morgan Roth
Yellow Oils in the Mind, Along the Field
Like every self-important and slightly suicidal artistically-inclined high school student, I was obsessed with the mystery and pain present in Van Gogh’s solitary life.
