Excerpt: Emily Wall


From Liveaboard Grace Harbor, Desolation Sound When we wake the next morning and look over the side to check the anchor: jellies, jellies, jellies! The water around us is a thick carpet of moon jellies, each little orb pulsing, rising and falling in the tide swell. Even though we know better, we can’t help stretching … Continue reading

Story: Lauren Dixon


A Lesson in Metempsychosis It’s simple, actually. Kelly wants her soul out of this body. She knows it’s not her body, partly because she dreamt about another body, one less nubby, with a full set of limbs and a bitchin’ tattoo on the collarbone that says “Daddy’s Little Girl.” This body she’s stuck with–or stuck … Continue reading

Haiku: Mandy Brown

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Carefree kisses And now a mount(ain). Change swells. ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Mandy Alyss Brown is currently working toward a bachelors of arts in English at Texas State University. She enjoys biting off more of the world than others think she can chew. Follow her progress at mandyalyssbrown.weebly.com.

Poem: Melina Draper

Photograph by David Crouse

Isabelle’s Farm Her big feet, bare among the chickens. All legs and belly, she scatters feed. Her two girls, eyes and halos, gather eggs. Canvas stretched to show the dream, she paints: horse, womb, fetus, terra cotta hands, ochre smoke, and the blue goat, her husband. When the tomatoes failed and the egg business, her … Continue reading

In Place: Joshua Blanchard’s “Lingering”


This week, we are pleased to offer the second installment in our series of In Place videos featuring students and faculty from Chester College of New England,the first of what we hope will be many series featuring talent from creative writing programs from around the country. If you would like to find out how your … Continue reading

Excerpt: Meg Eden

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From Rotary Phones and Facebook the silk flower there! father pointed to the scrawny bud, like a fern, beginning its infestation. pull it by the roots. do not let it spread its spores. I point out their pink feather duster flowers, the beauty they are capable of producing, but he is not won over. these … Continue reading

Story: Virginia Pye


What I Carry Around with Me I wrote a poem this morning and went for a walk, thinking I’m the luckiest person alive to write a poem and go for a walk. Then, at the corner, I see a mother slap her toddler and I think I should do something, I should have been doing … Continue reading

Haiku: Michael Dylan Welch

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¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Michael Dylan Welch is vice president of the Haiku Society of America, co-founder and director of the Haiku North America conference, and co-founder of the American Haiku Archives. You can see more of his work at his website.

Poem: Dawn Coutu


Meditate beneath sill to the smell of cigarettes escalating through sheer sky stretching legs, taking up space on this cheap fitted sheet shifting focus to the m.o. of smoke the suspension or, what is for an instant, the ephemeral existence of a gaseous substance an idea transcribed to illustrate the blood orange harvest landscape how … Continue reading

In Place: Maura Keaney’s “The Right Math”


This week, we are pleased to begin a series of In Place videos that feature students and faculty from Chester College of New England, a small, creative liberal arts college in rural New Hampshire. It is a vibrant community of artists, writers, and thinkers, who are serious about their creative endeavors. In full disclosure, Jenn … Continue reading


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