Blood Orange Review Volume 15.1

2022 EMERGING WRITERS CONTEST RESULTS

Mylo Lam

Tri Nhan 004 Confesses to Tri Nhan 206 at a Beach

i feel this story again again:

Robin Kinzer

Onion Grass in February

A Poet and An Astrophysicist Walk Into A Bar. There’s a joke there somewhere.

POETRY

Porsha Allen

15.2

Reasons I No Longer Date:

The fifth still has my throat.

Derek Annis

15.2

Still Life with Razor Blades

Soon it will consume the earth.

Catherine Broadwall

15.2

Darling

My Darling, I will never let you / erode.

Alyssa Froehling

15.2

The Devil’s Fair

Myth of power- / lessness

Dale Going

15.2

Painters Who Paint Paintings of Landscapes from Memory

they'd been strolling an imagined landscape

Candice Kelsey

15.2

Pizza and Snapple

Tongues don’t forget things, don’t need / to be corrected.

Katey Linskey

15.2

Tally Marks

As if, I’m casual with my body.

Andrew Mercer

15.2

Say Your Prayers

holy the boys in their flower beds still afraid of their own wanting

Cecilia Morris

15.2

Michelangelo Dreams of Fish

doctors study : Why? : an essay :

Sara Ryan

15.2

Ripening

shells polished me smooth— // tumbled clean.

Marjorie Stein

15.2

ravel

“Can we talk about the ineffable for a minute?”

Maggie Andersen

15.2

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.

FICTION

Anastasia Chajewska

15.2

The Boogeyman and I

If only Wiktor had taken the car.

Shayla Frandsen

15.2

Alas, Poor Yorick!

He died four nights a week and twice on Saturdays at a theater in the French Quarter.

Anna-Claire McGrath

15.2

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.

Virginia Watts

15.2

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.

Samantha Buoye

15.1

Jacob’s Eyes

I used to love this job, love the escapism of the mountain. Now, I had Jacob.

Laur Freymiller

The Hidebehind

At the Hidebehind's house, it is always autumn.

NONFICTION

Claire Hanlon

15.2

Vanitas

Imagine a darkened stage. Here is an everywoman—thirties, dark hair, glasses—sitting on a plain wooden chair.

Morgan Roth

15.2

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.

Allison Fowle

15.1

Steeping

We are our watersheds.

Camille Jackson

Emerging Writers Contest Honorable Mention

Homemade Blueberry Breakdown Pie (with Crumble Topping)

If your pie crust is too emotionally fragile at the moment, store-bought pie crust, which I'll be using, is just as good.

Mary Mandeville

15.1

Last Will and Testament

His last will wasn’t written on paper.

Cover Art by Cameron Kester

2022 EMERGING WRITERS CONTEST RESULTS

Tri Nhan 004 Confesses to Tri Nhan 206 at a Beach

Onion Grass in February

POETRY

Reasons I No Longer Date:

Still Life with Razor Blades

Darling

The Devil’s Fair

Painters Who Paint Paintings of Landscapes from Memory

Pizza and Snapple

Tally Marks

Say Your Prayers

Michelangelo Dreams of Fish

Ripening

ravel

Queen of the Night

FICTION

The Boogeyman and I

Alas, Poor Yorick!

The Boat, Emily Cleary and Why I Love Sadie Valeen

Buccaneer’s Bounty

Jacob’s Eyes

The Hidebehind

NONFICTION

Vanitas

Yellow Oils in the Mind, Along the Field

Steeping

Homemade Blueberry Breakdown Pie (with Crumble Topping)

Last Will and Testament

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