Ella: Then

By Tara Masih
Ella likes things tiny. Tiny toy dishes, tiny dolls. She even wants her dad to be tiny. Like the Incredible Shrinking Man she saw on the Telly.

Photo Story: Defector

By Clara Ray Rusinek Klein
The postcards came creased, tobacco-stained, stamped Minsk, Irkutsk, and Krasnoyarsk. Ink bloomed in clouding steam as I stirred bubbling beets, hand on my belly, squinting at Yuri’s scrawl.

The Understanding

By Caroline Bock
He didn’t have to say anything to wake me. I had already taken to not sleeping. He paced the length of the bed.


By LJ Moore
glancing into that abandoned place you wouldn’t see it. you’d see last year’s dead tomato vines staked like giant, vanquished spiders...

Bras Left Behind with Bros

By Etkin Camoglu
Lightly padded, half cup, blue polkas. Manhattan. Madison Avenue brownstone. First floor, Hermes. Second floor, Hamlet.

They are the Only Thing

By Vallie Lynn Watson
They’d bullshit people at bars. Tell outlandish stories that uncomfortably tickled people in places where they kept their notion of decency.

The Painter’s Wife

By Brian Castleberry
The poet had been sleeping with the painter’s wife for three months when, in a wave of guilt, he confessed everything. The three never spoke again.

Photo Story: Visitation

By Audra Kerr Brown
I recognize her stern chin in flakes of peeling paint, her priggish nose upon water-stained ceilings. And now her profile, a cameo brooch pinned against fractured pavement.

AGUR Is the Last Way I Learned to Say Goodbye

By Clare Boerigter
Javi cuts the morcilla, flipping it into the pan. It is de casa, the pig. Homegrown.

Cold Nights

By Lorrene Desbien
On cold nights, I drove around the world with your babies in the car. Mainly, because I couldn’t sleep.


By Digby Beaumont
Bernard checks the advice on the website again: 1. Get close, but not too close. If the person sits and you stand, avoid having your crotch near their face.


By Erin Calabria
Crouched over old, crinkled newspaper, she poured out each bottle one by one. Red for when she wished everything she touched would burn.