Jacob Weber
American as Berbere

Jacob Weber - American as Berbere

Jake Weber learned to speak Korean and to love literature during six otherwise wasted years in the Marine Corps. Afterwards,… Read more »
Jordan Farmer

Jordan Farmer - Arrows

Jordan Farmer is originally from Logan, West Virginia, and is currently a Ph.D. student studying creative writing at the University… Read more »
Michelle Donahue

Michelle Donahue - Bozika

Michelle Donahue is a current MFA candidate in Creative Writing & Environment at Iowa State where she was the managing… Read more »
Damon Barta
Flight Path

Damon Barta - Flight Path

Damon Barta once lived in a place where he could see for miles in every direction. He now lives safely… Read more »
Terrance Manning, Jr.
Kentucky Pisser

Terrance Manning, Jr. - Kentucky Pisser

Terrance Manning, Jr., is a graduate from Purdue’s MFA program in Creative Writing (2014). Recently, he received 1st place in… Read more »
Claire Seymour
Nebraska, This One’s For You

Claire Seymour - Nebraska, This One’s For You

Claire Seymour is a student living in Brooklyn, New York. Her writing has appeared in Thistle Magazine, and is forthcoming… Read more »
Danielle LaVaque-Manty

Danielle LaVaque-Manty - Starfish

Danielle LaVaque-Manty lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her fiction has appeared in Glimmer Train, The Alarmist, Punchnel’s, Great Lakes Review,… Read more »
Michael Compton
The Flying Man

Michael Compton - The Flying Man

Michael Compton is a screenwriter from Memphis, Tennessee. His poetry and prose have appeared in African American Review, Forge, The… Read more »
Victor Walker
The Trouble with Harry

Victor Walker - The Trouble with Harry

Victor Walker is a former university professor and a full-time writer. His short stories have appeared in New Black Voices,… Read more »
Jennifer Bryan
Trying to Know You

Jennifer Bryan - Trying to Know You

Jennifer Bryan grew up in Spokane, Washington. She received an MFA from Bowling Green State University and a PhD in… Read more »


Jordan Farmer

When I arrived, Edmund was already out on the front porch haloed in the light coming through his screen door, smoke billowing up from his beard as he puffed his pipe. I parked the Mercury beside the gate and waited while he descended the steps on his cane. For a moment, I thought he might trip in the yard where the grass had grown high. I hadn’t been over to mow it in a few weeks, and the leaves had collected in deep piles. The gold and crimson shriveled by several nights of frost that froze them off their branches. Edmund stumbled around them, his body swaying as if the ground shifted under his feet.

The scent of cherry tobacco filled the car as he climbed inside. From the dark half-moons under his eyes, I guessed he might have managed an hour of sleep.

“What did Sally say?” he asked as I drove out of the hollow, the mountains opening wide and the curving road leading to better asphalt, a straighter route as we approached the dark ribbon of the interstate.

“Just that they called family in.”

“What if they don’t let us see him?” he said.… Read more »