Makayla Danielle Gay Denny's Grand Slam at the fertility clinic Makayla Danielle Gay hails from Southeastern Kentucky. Her work has appeared in The Adroit Journal, Tupelo Quarterly, and Prairie Schooner. [...]

Erik Tschekunow This Call Is from an Inmate at a Federal Prison “What do you do all day, Dad?” I’m not sure there’s a way to keep the hole from [...]

William Palmer A Sound Like a Clang of Sheet Metal Is it coming from outside the house? It stops. That night it starts again—inside the fireplace. Then stops. A flashlight [...]

Jessica Hincapié Mammoth All the good ones have done it. Taken to some sea to avoid the look you get from the people who love you when they aren’t making [...]

Kami Enzie The Whale I wish I were a whale Big as a ship, nothing Could catch me. Nothing Would be allowed to Touch me except everything Pushing me forward. [...]

Sarah Brockhaus Elegy for My Ninth Grade Natural Science Project All day my hands stay only hands. Out the window, the sky reflects off the windshield of my car. The [...]

Zoe Boyer On Belonging Heat upstairs like a second skin, I throw the windows open, air chilled by a shaved-ice sliver of moon, string-section wail of crickets quavering from the [...]

Daisy Bassen A reminder In my mind, I gave you a dog. You, who I have never met, are real and not-real, a self I have created from a story [...]

Meagan Arthur FLAT Daze of green, and the hedge shifts up and down, up and down like I'm watching it unspool, the adjacent yard above the leaves coming into and [...]

Ash Adams Echolocation In torture, it is called futility music when soldiers repeat one song over and over in the dark. Eventually, a prisoner forgets who and where they are, [...]