Mary Catherine Harper Summer 2017 I hated my mother sometimesas all good girls do,because there were too manypairs of unused shoesin her closet, hoarded there,a heart beating only for itself. But how could love be measuredby the amount of dust fallingon thirteen pairs of red shoes,I chided myself. I loved my mother,most of the time,remembering … Continue reading What Shoes Do
Mary Catherine Harper I hated my mother sometimes as all good girls do, because there were too many pairs of unused shoes in her closet, hoarded there, a heart beating only for itself. But how could love be measured by the amount of dust falling on thirteen pairs of red shoes, I chided myself. I … Continue reading What Shoes Do
Gabrielle Brant Freeman I do not belong here! If my thoughts were on a t-shirt, this would have been emblazoned across my chest during my first AWP experience way back in 2008 in New York. I was about a month pregnant with my second child, I did not yet really consider myself to be a … Continue reading The Newbies’ Guide to AWP: aka 5 Things Every Newbie Should Do BEFORE They Get to AWP
Marija Stajic My mother squeezed one of my hands tight, my aunt Zora the other as they led me into the church to introduce me face-to-face to Saint Nikola. My father Branko stayed at home with Loza, who, at six, my mother said, was still too young to understand why there were icons of Saint … Continue reading Saint Nikola’s Shoes
Building Blocks for Home Starr Herr Curlie Blue Valerie Smith Dew and Manure Maddie Woda I Remember Death Beaton Galafa Jimmy Cavanaugh George Perreault The Long Way Robert Lee Kendrick Love is rich with venom and honey Amanda Rachelle Warren Poems of Place Jessica Ramer Recipe for an Indian Jessica (Tyner) Mehta Sow Paige Leland Waiting … Continue reading Poetry
By Victoria Buitron A week before my husband leaves, I sit alone by wrecking waves on Playa Conchal. The ocean steals sandals, drags paperbacks, and peels the bark off the few weedy trees. People scamper to rescue their belongings, too afraid to venture more than ankle deep. A local woman on a tired tourist horse … Continue reading Tidal Seasons
Reprinted with permission from www.workinprogressinprogress.com Give us your elevator pitch: what’s your book about in 2-3 sentences? The Mary Years is a nonfiction novella that chronicles one young woman’s quarter-century love affair with The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Part bildungsroman and part televisual ekphrasis, this is the story of Mary Richards re-seen through the eyes of Julie … Continue reading Interview with Julie Marie Wade
by Harris Walker The travel agent finally lifted her head from the ream of paper scattered over her desktop, where countless timetables and schedules had been shuffled around with numerous confirmations of reservations, estimates and disbursements. Within the opening of her hijab, wrapped around her forehead and both cheeks, her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and … Continue reading To the South Are Banana Plantations
Anyone. Anywhere. Anytime. by Honey Rand It wasn’t the first trip or last; it wasn’t the most memorable or cheapest, or most expensive. I went to Amsterdam for cheese, tulips, wooden shoes, and Heineken. It’s a big city. The streets are crowded and dirty, like many big cities, and there I learned that it was … Continue reading Person. Place. Prey.
by Christie Marra October 2018 The ghostly blue bottom of the flame rose then sputtered out. Regina turned toward the pile—large logs tic-tac-toed on the bottom, skinny, splintering kindling on top. Click-click-click. No spark. Click-click-click-click-click. Nothing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the matchbook. Maybe she could get a match lit long enough to … Continue reading Living with Wolves