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OUR Works


Daniel W.K. Lee
If Tradition Applies
By Daniel W.K. Lee / Poetry / I wonder if there will ever again be a child named Katrina here inside this sickle of the Mississippi or...


Robin Gow
graveyard
By Robin Gow / Poetry / graveyard is the whole apartment building & inside of the refrigerator & inside of every cupboard. we put shovels...

Lena Hari
The Father Tree
By Lena Hari / Fiction / Matteo’s hands, rough, raw, and badly bleeding, worked to turn the burnt earth. The fires were still burning in...


Lauren Hilger & Dionissios Kollias
Snoopy Band-Aid
By Lauren Hilger & Dionissios Kollias / Poetry / You hear yourself echo inside her. Knock, knock. It’s me, baby Dionysus. Look at that...


Judy Peres
The Bridge
By Judy Peres / Nonfiction / The passenger terminal at the Allenby Bridge in 1995 looked like any other Israeli government office. Seats...

Nicole Tiao
Rose
By Nicole Tiao / Poetry / I don’t understand why the sun keeps dipping below the horizon, spinning the sky into pinks and oranges and reds...


Lesley Younge
Where She Was Nourished
By Lesley Younge / Poetry / The last day of silence, of retreat, of respite brings a challenge: a solo hike in a forest 9,000 feet above...


Cassidy McCants
Smiling in Igneous
By Cassidy McCants / Fiction / What kind of beauty lies latent? Dormant? In the morning you walk outside to see gray. A haze that doesn’t...


John Muro
Bequeathed
By John Muro / Poetry / I leave to you, my only daughter, this wedding ring of orange-blossom design, golden-hued, and etched by water,...


J.M. Amoroso
Pappa
By J.M. Amoroso / Fiction / I lose my soul in the mirror every day. I give it a year, maybe two if I’m lucky, before I face the dreaded...


Finley Williams
Conversations We Haven't Had
By Finley Williams / Nonfiction / I. Granny never talked about her late husband, my maternal grandfather. I know him mostly through a...
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