Jane in Starving Time

Alicia Wright Jamestown Settlement, Virginia, 1609 We grasp at everything but clasp nothing but wind. To have had my girlhood first at sea & here, in leafy canopy, silver cedars, oaks & wailing, owls & otherwise in timbered dark— I’m not like them, their island tongues unraveling in colony’s weak net, vowels slack-jawed with winter’s … Continue reading Jane in Starving Time

The Right Light to See the Dust Move

Alicia Mountain I haven’t flipped the mattress since I bought it, alone at a Costco, the worst place to be alone. I haven’t flossed since cramming for the teeth cleaning I scheduled the week before my dental coverage would expire. The guy at TireRama rotated all four when I came in with a flat in … Continue reading The Right Light to See the Dust Move


Molly Minturn In my early teens I was an acolyte at the Episcopal church the next town over. I want you to see me in the vestry, snapping up my red gown and pulling the billowing white blouse over my head. I want you to see me walking up the aisles holding the golden crucifix … Continue reading Pilgrim

Chet Baker

Laton Carter When I opened the window, not for a second did I fly. My mind was sinking elsewhere. The quiet of the hotel room received the night air, and I nodded into it. My body followed. There’s no romance in any of this. I had privileges and took advantage. Then, as in a circle, … Continue reading Chet Baker

Folk Tale

Justin Runge The fog was a cloud. Appeared on campus like a political figure. Like a holy holiday. Dined on marginalia in the faculty offices. The student newspaper sent its best reporter to the fog, which gave an evasive interview. The fog then moved on to the wetlands, snagging on bracken like hem. Made faces … Continue reading Folk Tale

The Morning Your Husband Surrendered Himself to Prison

Anna Claire Hodge Your Rottweiler was pregnant.           You wondered what to do as her girth neared bursting, what kind of mother she might be. You hadn’t mentioned           children for months, knowing he’d be barred from playgrounds and schools, stacks of pizza boxes and gallons           of ice cream at birthday parties. We spoke in whispers at … Continue reading The Morning Your Husband Surrendered Himself to Prison

Upon Re-Entry

Arden Levine After all that time indoors (the illness, the convalescence) I couldn’t recall which of the wool hats cause my forehead to itch. I’d forgotten that I like to listen to music on headphones while walking to the grocery store, and I’d lost track of the grocery store. Going weeks without checking my mail … Continue reading Upon Re-Entry