By Patricia McGuire-Hughes / Nonfiction / *for Grandma Mac   A month after Grandma died, her voice visited me for the...

By Kristel Chua / Fiction /   In the rearview mirror, Yakima valley resembled a bowl of milk. Clouds swirled in ominous slow-motion,...

By Cindy Sams / Nonfiction /   There must have been so much blood. On the floor, on the counter, on nineteen-year-old Patricia...

By Robin Greene / Poetry /   Driving our ‘55 Chevy, my mom sings Sinatra while I sit beside to her, peering at Cunningham Park   as...

* A stone or wooden seal to sign one's name, used in Korea since the 2nd century B.C. By Nik Chang Hoon 임창훈 / Poetry /

By Cortney Esco / Poetry /   We’re out of eggs, and while I've got you, I'm sorry about that time I made you cry in the kitchen....

By Iris Harris / Flash /   Terrance stands in front of the mirror, averting his eye from the disdainful reflection of four decades. Long,...

By Alana Craib / Flash /   My mother eats her own hair for breakfast. With milk and salt and fresh fruits. In a little ceramic bowl...

By Ber Anena / Third Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Fiction / The boda boda man carrying Owino pulled right up to the main entrance of...

By Carolyn Mikulencak / Fiction / I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. To you they have shown some truth. When shall we meet...

By Tristan Joseph Espinoza / Poetry / Dallas is boring these days, the endless suburban outlook, that stuck look on her face, I just keep...

By Mark Martin / Fiction / The four of them—two adults and two children—languished in a parked car held immobile by the rain. The weather...

By Shayla Frandsen / First Place, 2023 Plentitudes Prize in Fiction / Mom visited Marty in a dream again. In the dream, Mom was standing...

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

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...

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

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...

By Finley Williams / Nonfiction / I. Granny never talked about her late husband, my maternal grandfather. I know him mostly through a...

By Michael DuBon / Nonfiction / My cousin Bianca and I stood in front of Chelle, my twelve-year-old sister, hoping she could entertain us...

By Barbara Hughes / Nonfiction / Staring at the tiny log cabin in front of me reminds me of a box sent from a loved one, something...

By Jeanne Althouse / Nonfiction / Once I read a book. It was Christmas Eve and Billie could not sleep. I found him sobbing in the hallway...