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OUR Works
Caressa Layne
The Calf
By Caressa Layne / Fiction / Turning a light on by the bedside, Etta found her housecoat and shoved one arm through, then the...
Pam Clements
Oyster Shells
By Pam Clements / Flash / Crushed oyster shells, attractive crunchy walking paths, exist all over the South Carolina lowcountry. ...
Patricia Gray
What the Cab Driver Said
By Patricia Gray / Poetry / In Ethiopia we have seen many eclipses. We just heat glass until it is smoked and look through it at...
Gale Huxley
The Wild in the Woman
By Gale Huxley / Fiction / Elaine was found in the city woods, where a few too many walked. Her eyes had been half-digested in a...
Peggy L. Shrum
From the Blind, Peruvian Amazon
By Peggy L. Shrum / Third Place, 2023 Plentitudes Prize in Nonfiction / A tree just fell. It must have been really close by; I startled...
Cindy Dean Jones
When You Used to Love Me
By Cindy Dean Jones / Second Place, 2023 Plentitudes Prize in Nonfiction / And on a day when I most desperately needed hope, when the...
Ivy Raff
North Coast Vista
Sans Souci, Trinidad By Ivy Raff / Poetry / Terrible as she is turquoise, the sea chops, roars, wakes shock of forest-clothed hills,...
Kay Parke
Contentment
By Kay Parke / Poetry / The sweetness of a summer peach on the tongue, daylily’s orange bloom lasts a single sun’s round, day’s crimson...
Jonathan Chan
the spectacular
By Jonathan Chan / Poetry / “I needed unerased paper, transparent faith. That’s how that day went for me.” - Shin Hae Uk, trans....
JoAnn Zhang
Tahitian Sunset
by JoAnn Zhang / Poetry / A thick blue knit tucks over the edge, over and over some massless thing the fishermen cannot see. They go by...
Mark Belair
Yet Colder
by Mark Belair / Poetry / A dark cloud cover broods by hauling a hole above which a darker, yet colder cloud cover holds. * Ice cubes,...
Gail Nielsen
Caution to the Wind
by Gail Nielsen / Poetry / I once threw caution to the wind but the direction changed, and it was snagged by the branch of an aspen at...
Iris Litt
My Mother's Plant
by Iris Litt / Poetry / It tried to die with my mother whether from neglect or empathy we’ll never know. My son the gardener and...
Eric Machan Howd
Doe
by Eric Machan Howd / Poetry / We creep slowly outside hands full of apples beyond crispness - a venture for good we see as salvation....
Kay Parke
Enough
by Kay Parke / Poetry / Stunned by the moment, by the sunrise light golden in my studio, shining through even the leaves of the plants on...
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