Jeanette Tryon
On the Road of Flotsam: Maybe There Will be Pie

Jeanette Tryon - On the Road of Flotsam: Maybe There Will be Pie

Fiction
Jeanette Tryon completed her MFA at Rutgers Camden in 2013. Her work has appeared in Sycamore Review, The Timberline Review, Peregrine XXXI, Apeiron Review, and The Evansville Review. She is a… Read more »
Nicholas A. White
The Ice Cream Brotherhood

Nicholas A. White - The Ice Cream Brotherhood

Fiction
Nicholas A. White lives on the coast of North Carolina, where he earned an MFA in Creative Writing from UNC-Wilmington. His stories and essays have appeared in places such as Pembroke Magazine,… Read more »
Elliott Gish
The Wedding Night

Elliott Gish - The Wedding Night

Fiction
Elliott Gish is a writer and librarian from Halifax, Nova Scotia. She has a Master of Library and Information Studies from Dalhousie University, and is a 2020 graduate of the Writer’s Studio program… Read more »
Maria Zoccola
We Hold Our Treasures, We Bury Them

Maria Zoccola - We Hold Our Treasures, We Bury Them

Fiction
Maria Zoccola is a queer Southern writer with deep roots in the Mississippi Delta. She has writing degrees from Emory University and Falmouth University. Her work has previously appeared or is… Read more »

We Hold Our Treasures, We Bury Them

Maria Zoccola

When the Mississippi River starts hauling itself up its own banks like kudzu reaching for the sun, Traci leaves off napping to the sound of the endless rain slapping the windshield and takes action. She slithers over the center console and into the heart of her nest, a fabulous collection packed floor to ceiling from the minivan's trunk to the back bench to the bucket seats and beyond, which includes, among other valuables: cans of soup and three black sneakers, bicycle tires, a rusted bird cage, a sewing machine, a four-piece cast-iron cookware set, spoons and two whisks, an unstrung compound bow, a cordless drill (still in box), a rubber-banded bunch of number-two pencils, an umbrella with a polished wooden handle, a clear umbrella, an umbrella with ruffles on its spines, earmuffs, a red alarm clock, eleven scented candles (various scents), and a doorjamb in the shape of a seahorse. It has been two months since the nest has included a cell phone. She finds what she's looking for wedged behind the toddler's booster still strapped to the right bucket seat: an inflatable kiddie pool, orange and pink, curled in its original cardboard box in a thousand intestinal folds. Traci… Read more »