A Dissertation on Quantum Entanglement as a Love Song
Poetry
Cheryl Dumesnil's books include the poetry collections Showtime at the Ministry of Lost Causes and In Praise of Falling (University of Pittsburgh Press); a memoir, Love Song for Baby X (Ig…
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Poetry
Jessica Piazza is the author of three poetry collections and a children's book. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, Jessica now lives in Los Angeles, where she teaches at the University of Southern…
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Baptism at the Cineplex 9
Fiction
Clint Bentley is a writer and filmmaker. His most recent film as a writer was Transpecos. This story is his first published work of fiction.
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Fiction
Lillian Johnson is an emerging writer and Literature graduate with a BA from the University of Exeter. Her story “Retainer on a Bedside Table” was published in Exeter University’s literary…
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Poetry
Joshua Martin is finishing up his PhD in poetry at Georgia State University. He has published poems or has poems forthcoming in The South Atlantic Review, The Potomac Review, Salamander, Carolina…
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Fiction
A. Grifa Ismaili is a Jersey-born writer whose work has appeared in Fiction International, Citron Review, Literary Orphans, and Press 53’s Everywhere Stories, among others. A recent Pushcart Prize…
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I’m told the story of how my college-age father “fell” from a building but survived,
Poetry
Matthew W. Baker grew up in Pittsburgh, PA but currently lives in Reno, NV and teaches high school English. He received his MFA from the University of Nevada, Reno. His work has appeared in The Vitni…
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Fiction
Libby Heily is a writer based in New York. Her young adult fantasy series is published through Fire and Ice YA Publishing. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous publications including Daily…
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Poetry
Stacey Park is a Korean-Canadian writer living in southern California at the moment. She is a PhD student and assistant editor for Foothill Journal. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in…
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Fiction
Victor Yang is a queer writer and educator based in Boston. His writing has been published or is forthcoming in Fourth Genre, Gulf Coast, The Rumpus, The Tahoma Literary Review, The Boston Globe, and…
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Poetry
Stephen Tuttle's fiction and prose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Threepenny Review, The Southern Review, The Gettysburg Review, The Normal School, Hayden's Ferry Review, and elsewhere.…
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Fiction
Ian Baaske’s work has appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Warship, and The Puritan's Town Crier. His screenplay, “Daisy,” was a semifinalist in Zoetrope’s Screenplay Competition last year.…
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Poetry
Rachel Morgan is the author of the chapbook, Honey & Blood, Blood & Honey (Final Thursday Press, 2017), and she is the co-editor of Fire Under the Moon: An Anthology of Contemporary Slovene…
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Poetry
Sara Eddy is a writing instructor at Smith College, in Northampton, Massachusetts. Some of her poems have appeared recently in Zingara, Tishman Review, and Heartwood, and are forthcoming in Raw Art…
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Fiction
Adam Byko is an MFA candidate and Provost Fellow at the University of Central Florida. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Pinch, F(r)iction, and the Notre Dame Review among other…
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Fiction
Curtis Smith has published over 100 stories and essays, and his work has been cited by or included in The Best American Short Stories, The Best American Mystery Stories, The Best American Spiritual…
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Stephen Tuttle
She busied herself in the fields, remembering how, on her wedding night, she had been called by another name. Was it true, she wondered, that Jacob, the hero of some story, the author of an immense people, had once ascended a stairway lousy with angels? That he had grappled with a passing god? That he had hefted an unheftable stone? She knew, of course, that he had worked seven years and seven more to prove his love, but it hadn’t been for her. For her and the quorum she bore, her avalanche of children, her captains and kings and slayers of lions, order would always mean disorder, first coming last. For her, abundance would always be a funny thing, more consolation than reward, and the world nothing more than an immense, open womb. She tired of saying, Maybe now I will be loved. Or now. Or maybe now. Still, when she rested her uncertain eyes, she sometimes entered a many-roomed house, its walls covered with downy moss, and heard there a thousand voices, each one an echo, each one calling her mother.
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