Spring 2022
SPRING 2022 FICTION Sara Mae, Dark Side of the Little Spoon Thomas H. McNeely, No Más Blanca Que Usted Aram Mrjoian, [...]
SPRING 2022 FICTION Sara Mae, Dark Side of the Little Spoon Thomas H. McNeely, No Más Blanca Que Usted Aram Mrjoian, [...]
Thomas H. McNeely No Más Blanca Que Usted The boy was fair-skinned and red-haired, and when he pulled a knife on her, calling her, in Spanish, a white bitch, [...]
Kelsey Ward The Student Body I hadn’t thought about him in more than a year when I walked into that ground floor classroom on the first day of the [...]
YesYes Books. 2020. 110 pages. Reviewed by Heather Myers Kelly Grace Thomas, in her first full-length poetry collection, Boat Burned, writes, “She told me: pain needs a witness.” This [...]
Negesti Kaudo Unbothered: A Microaggression Excerpt from Negesti Kaudo’s Ripe: Essays, used by permission of Mad Creek Books, an imprint of The Ohio State University Press. And when it [...]
Liesl Schwabe Ten Rupees a Kilo Waiting for lunch one afternoon, I dragged a blue wooden bench and an uneven table out back, to eat my thali under the [...]
Aram Mrjoian Pike Lake Earlier in the evening, when the falling sun’s plumes of pink and purple discouraged skinny-dipping, Cole nearly hit two kayakers with his father’s speedboat. As [...]
KERNPUNKT Press. 2019. 165 pages. Reviewed by Cassia Hameline Chelsea Biondolillo’s The Skinned Bird is a lyric and fragmented essay collection that explores the concepts of loss, leaving, and [...]
Lauren Winchester Play, Replay Take a cross-section of my skull. You’ll see closely cropped grass, hay bales lined up end to end. A girl is running across the golden [...]
City Lights. 2021. 128 pages. Reviewed by James Davis The batting of Steven Reigns’s book-length poem A Quilt for David is a story of fear and scapegoating from the [...]
Marianne Chan The Great Recession in Biddle City A Visit to the Suburbs Marianne Chan grew up in Stuttgart, Germany, and Lansing, Michigan. [...]
Michelle Ross Marching Season One Sunday evening in November of my senior year of high school, after an eight-hour shift at the grocery store where I scanned wet cartons [...]