Chloë Mattingly
A Tangle of Lines

Chloë Mattingly - A Tangle of Lines

Contest - 2nd Place
Chloë Mattingly was born in the south and raised in the north, and she’s been confused ever since. Presently, she… Read more »
Barb Johnson
Beggars and Choosers

Barb Johnson - Beggars and Choosers

Fiction
Barb Johnson worked as a carpenter in New Orleans for more than twenty years before receiving her MFA from the… Read more »
Caylin Capra-Thomas
Bigfoot to Her Daughter

Caylin Capra-Thomas - Bigfoot to Her Daughter

Contest - 1st Place
Caylin Capra-Thomas’s second chapbook Inside My Electric City is available through YesYes Books. The recipient of the Louisville Literary Arts… Read more »
Leslie Adrienne Miller
Bone

Leslie Adrienne Miller - Bone

Poetry
Leslie Adrienne Miller’s sixth collection of poems is Y from Graywolf Press. Her previous collections include The Resurrection Trade and… Read more »
Maria Kuznetsova
Cornucopia

Maria Kuznetsova - Cornucopia

Fiction
Maria Kuznetsova was born in Kiev, Ukraine and grew up mostly in New Jersey. She is a recent graduate of… Read more »
Melissa Ostrom
For Every Pain, Consolation

Melissa Ostrom - For Every Pain, Consolation

Fiction
Melissa Ostrom teaches English in rural western New York. Her fiction has appeared in The Florida Review, Quarter After Eight,… Read more »
Terrance Wedin
I Am Thinking About Power Lines

Terrance Wedin - I Am Thinking About Power Lines

Poetry
Terrance Wedin is a professional bartender and an adjunct instructor at Columbus College of Art and Design. His writing has… Read more »
M.C. Williams
In the Light We Became Children

M.C. Williams - In the Light We Became Children

Fiction
M.C. Williams’s writing has appeared in The Open Bar (Tin House) and The Journal of Microliterature, and has also made… Read more »
Kathryn McMahon
It’s Too Hot for Flannel

Kathryn McMahon - It’s Too Hot for Flannel

Fiction
Kathryn McMahon is an American writer living abroad with her wife and dog. Her fiction has appeared or is forthcoming… Read more »
Dayna Patterson
Ophelia, Amphibian

Dayna Patterson - Ophelia, Amphibian

Contest - 3rd Place
Dayna Patterson received her MFA from Western Washington University. She is a former Managing Editor of Bellingham Review, Poetry Editor… Read more »
Threa Almontaser
Sympathy for Foreign Mothers

Threa Almontaser - Sympathy for Foreign Mothers

Poetry
Threa Almontaser is a Yemeni-American writer born and raised in New York City. She is a MFA candidate in poetry… Read more »
Ruby Al-Qasem
The Girls

Ruby Al-Qasem - The Girls

Creative Nonfiction
Ruby Al-Qasem teaches creative writing and freshman composition as a teaching fellow at University of North Texas, where she is… Read more »
Matthew Vollmer
The Subordinate Fragment

Matthew Vollmer - The Subordinate Fragment

Creative Nonfiction
Matthew Vollmer is the author of two collections of short fiction—Gateway to Paradise (Persea, 2015) and Future Missionaries of America… Read more »
Jennifer Carr
There Were Three

Jennifer Carr - There Were Three

Fiction
Jennifer Carr was born and raised in San Pedro, California, in the heart of the Port of Los Angeles, and… Read more »
P. Ivan Young
What Darkness Says

P. Ivan Young - What Darkness Says

Poetry
P. Ivan Young is author of Smell of Salt, Ghost of Rain (Brick House Books, 2015) and the chapbook, A… Read more »

In the Light We Became Children

M.C. Williams

We were two orphans hiding beneath the dinner table. We sat very still, our legs folded against our chests, careful not to touch the feet that surrounded us. Our family had been killed in The Great Battle and now we lived in the forest, leaving only to steal what we couldn’t make or find ourselves. We were waiting for the rich family to finish eating so we could take the leftovers and sneak away into the night.

The tablecloth was suddenly lifted and we drew back. But it was too late. We’d been seen.

“What are you two doing down there?”

It was the aunt. She laughed and said, “Look! Look at who I found under the table.”

We were called out and made to answer questions. How old were we now? What game were we playing?

“Pretend,” his mother answered for us.

“Is she his girlfriend?” His aunt asked, staring at me and touching my arm.

Her nails were bright pink and they smelled like chemicals. His aunt and uncle were visiting from the city and his mother had spent all day cooking and cleaning and telling us to play outside. His aunt smiled down at us. Her… Read more »