Fire Medicine
By Sagirah Shahid ● 2022
In Remembrance of Breonna Taylor The ancestor of triggers started off as thick and hollow grass, bamboo chopped down and sculpted into a tiny cannon which, if fed gunpowder functions much
Art by Evelyn Staats
Diagrammer of Sentences
By Mary Kay Rummel ● 2022
Diagrammer of Sentences In the corner of the living room, huddled over my pink wooden desk, brothers fighting, mother angry because I’m not peeling potatoes, I’m wandering in English
Restoring prairie
By Leslie Thomas ● 2022
Restoring prairie June 24, 1854: Some of these flowers must be preserved—not that they can ever be made any more beautiful or arranged with any better taste than now.
How I Became a Feminist
By KateLynn Hibbard ● 2022
How I Became A Feminist Because she could not bear to waste a thing, My mother always drank the coffee dregs Straight from the pot, and dribbled on her
Between the Stations
By Benj Vardigan ● 2022
Between the Stations The presets are nonsense, directions to nowhere. Coaxing the dial across the notches we nuance, tune our ears to any clear scrap in the static. On
Art by Barbara Evan
Salvation of Bread
By Diane Jarvenpa ● 2022
Salvation of Bread Every time sorrow is a rock to the skull I chant up a stove it’s belly all fire bloom as I beg any ancestor
MAL-UNION
By Meckenna Holman ● 2022
CONTENT WARNING: Implications of domestic violence The bone had healed wrong, or so the doctor said. I’d squinted real hard at the x-ray and couldn’t see what he saw.
Interlude with Cadaver Seeking Dogs
By Isadora Gruye ● 2022
There was a villa in southern France where a billionaire went missing. He just disappeared one summer evening while out for a walk. His private jet missed him terribly. His
Caretakers
By C.M. Finch ● 2022
Charlie’s enthusiasm was infectious as he showed me around his living space. My living space now, I supposed, as room had been made for me here. The entryway was bright
Gifts of the Superior Hiking Trail – The Dragonfly
By Mikkel Beckmen ● 2022
“Flora or Fauna, we are all shapeshifters and magical re-inventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.” – Diane Ackerman Mid-way along my thru hike of the
School of big and small
By Didi Koka ● 2022
It has been an occasional evening routine to watch a nature program. It is a nod to the bigness of world and a balm to how little seems to get