Nora Bonner
Nora Bonner Miss Thailand Country Band Lek waited forty-five minutes in the university garden before he accepted that his student wasn’t coming for a guitar lesson. Each lesson was worth [...]
Nora Bonner Miss Thailand Country Band Lek waited forty-five minutes in the university garden before he accepted that his student wasn’t coming for a guitar lesson. Each lesson was worth [...]
Jane Rose Porter The Night Vera Robinov Got Shot 1. Everyone heard the gunshots on the lake the night Vera Robinov went walking. She should have known better than to [...]
Raina K. Puels Bruised I first encountered Nan Goldin’s photography at a sleep-away art camp the summer after my junior year of high school. In an air-conditioned and windowless computer [...]
Diane Mehta Dip Your Hand In Wandering around in cemeteries forces you to wrestle with all the possibilities your life has left to offer. When you’re middle aged, and closer [...]
Cade Leebron Fork Theory Imagine that when you wake up in the morning you are handed a bunch of literal metal spoons and each of them represents an amount [...]
Kelly Grace Thomas Life/Boat The sea counts the coast- line. Bodies erase. Don’t worry. Your mother will always live inside the house you built for her. The earth hatches in [...]
Samuel Piccone Black Velvet after Andrew Wyeth To the deer in the jacklit valley, it’s too late. I’m squeezing this trigger and it [...]
Katie Schmid Apple Glory In my front yard a man in a bulldozer has dug a grave. They say it’s for a fire hydrant. It looks sepulchral— a ladder descends [...]
Tara Deal Mirror Finish I have a bit of metal sculpture in my bedroom. One palm-sized, smooth, shiny, aluminum, elephant-headed Hindu god from India on the nightstand. Minimal design on [...]
John Blair Blue When you were a bird you wanted anything but blue. The woods were broken [...]
Rachel Toliver Legion Karen had been spacing out, but when PastorMike said the word demons she started paying attention. She wasn’t a secret Satanist. She liked some aspects of Satanist [...]
Bryna Peebles Cofrin-Shaw Errands My wife’s friend—my friend too, she reminded me—was coming over to conduct some nude drawings. Maybe conduct isn’t the word. She was coming over to look [...]