Like a Bad Dream by Adriana Arias, Poetry Winner

Perfunctory. What better word is there to describe how things are done around here? There is no point in putting in any effort when it’s obvious that the criticism is near. Her piercing, angry, intermittent rages have become inevitable. It’s hard to remember a single...

At the Northern Sea by Maria Gabriele Baker

First rolling up the pant-legs of his corduroys to his knees, then pulling on his beige windbreaker, leaving it open over his enormous stomach, and then walking, walking, walking slowly in the low-tide sands of the Northern German shore? My father looks like a royal...

Saving Face by Melynie Tyler Ferrari

Your face hides from my unwavering eyes as if it were masquerading through a sterile land. It is shielded and guarded from not only me, but the entirety of the world as well. You must understand that even after the storm the clouds are reborn. Through your trials and...

Our Departed by Maria Gabriele Baker

The picture and notice of my uncle Gottfried’s passing is the latest addition to the album of Our Departed. We, my mother and I, collect the death notices of our deceased in this special book. We keep tabs on those who’ve left us behind. From the outside, the album...

American Spirit by Heather Hayes

“What did you say?” I turned my head to Danny, watched as he drained the life out of the cigarette trembling in his bruised hands. Smoke quick-stepped around his sharp jawline and five o’clock shadow before dissipating into the night. He extended his hand, offering me...
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