Anita Olivia Koester
Absence Archive

Anita Olivia Koester - Absence Archive

Contest - Prose Poem
Anita Olivia Koester is a poet, writer, educator, and author of four chapbooks. She holds an MFA from the University of Virginia. Her poems have won the Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Award for Emerging… Read more »
Kathleen Melin
All I Can Tell You

Kathleen Melin - All I Can Tell You

Creative Nonfiction
Kathleen Melin is the author of By Heart, a memoir of progressive education (Clover Valley Press, 2008). Her creative and journalistic work has appeared in national and international publications… Read more »
Kate Gale
Darkness Thrown Down Like a Blanket

Kate Gale - Darkness Thrown Down Like a Blanket

Poetry
Dr. Kate Gale is co-founder and Managing Editor of Red Hen Press, Editor of the Los Angeles Review, and she teaches in the Low Residency MFA program at the University of Nebraska in Poetry, Fiction… Read more »
Jehanne Dubrow
Forced Impossibly

Jehanne Dubrow - Forced Impossibly

Creative Nonfiction
Jehanne Dubrow is the author of seven poetry collections, including most recently American Samizdat (Diode Editions, 2019), and a book of creative nonfiction, throughsmoke: an essay in notes (New… Read more »
Seth Grindstaff
Fossils of Fathers

Seth Grindstaff - Fossils of Fathers

Poetry
Seth Grindstaff teaches high school English in northeast Tennessee and earned an MA in English from ETSU. His poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize by Star 82 Review and published in… Read more »
Chera Hammons
Ghazal after the Electrocardiogram

Chera Hammons - Ghazal after the Electrocardiogram

Poetry
Chera Hammons is a winner of the 2017 PEN Southwest Book Award. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Foundry, The Penn Review, The Sun, The Texas Observer, Tupelo Quarterly,… Read more »
John Haggerty
In the Moments Before the M Train Arrives

John Haggerty - In the Moments Before the M Train Arrives

Fiction
John Haggerty’s work has appeared in dozens of magazines such as Carolina Quarterly, CRAFT Literary, Indiana Review, and Michigan Quarterly Review. He is the founding editor of the Forge Literary… Read more »
Ellie Roscher
Kept Miniature in Size

Ellie Roscher - Kept Miniature in Size

Contest - Flash Creative Nonfiction
Ellie Roscher is the author of 12 Tiny Things (forthcoming), Play Like a Girl and How Coffee Saved My Life and hosts the Unlikely Conversations podcast. She teaches writing at The Loft Literary… Read more »
Dennis Cummings
Kool-Aid Days

Dennis Cummings - Kool-Aid Days

Poetry
Dennis Cummings lives in Poway, CA with his wife. He has sold flowers for commercial growers and shippers for the last 45 years and continues to do so. He recently rediscovered poetry after a hiatus… Read more »
Katy Mullins
On the Maternity Ward

Katy Mullins - On the Maternity Ward

Fiction
Katy Mullins’ work has appeared or is forthcoming in journals such as Brevity, Bayou Magazine, and Hong Kong Review, among others. She serves on the editorial board of Nimrod International Journal… Read more »
Will Cordeiro
Parentheses

Will Cordeiro - Parentheses

Poetry
Will Cordeiro has published work in Agni, Best New Poets, The Cincinnati Review, Copper Nickel, Palette Poetry, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Threepenny Review, and elsewhere. Will won the 2019 Able… Read more »
Beverly Mason Parks
Pomegranates

Beverly Mason Parks - Pomegranates

Fiction
Beverly Mason Parks is a Baltimore native who lives and writes in North Carolina. A graduate of University of North Carolina at Greensboro, she works as a nonprofit consultant and grant writer. She… Read more »
Danielle Burnette
Popcorn

Danielle Burnette - Popcorn

Fiction
Danielle Burnette—an engineer by day, a writer by night—lives in northern California. Her short fiction has appeared in Moon City Review, The Nassau Review, The Lindenwood Review, and elsewhere.… Read more »
Merrill Oliver Douglas
Seeks Its Own Level

Merrill Oliver Douglas - Seeks Its Own Level

Poetry
Merrill Oliver Douglas has published poems in Tar River Poetry, Stone Canoe, Valparaiso Poetry Review, South 85 Journal, Cimarron Review and the Comstock Review, among others. Finishing Line Press… Read more »
Cara Lynn Albert
Telephone

Cara Lynn Albert - Telephone

Contest - Flash Fiction
Cara Lynn Albert is a writer and educator originally from Florida, and she is currently embracing the Rocky Mountains while she completes her MFA degree at the University of Colorado Boulder. Her work… Read more »
Marlene Olin
Ten Days in August

Marlene Olin - Ten Days in August

Fiction
Marlene Olin was born in Brooklyn, raised in Miami, and educated at the University of Michigan. Her short stories have been published or are forthcoming in journals such as The Massachusetts Review,… Read more »
Francesca Bell
The Window Before Which We Last Kissed Is on the Market

Francesca Bell - The Window Before Which We Last Kissed Is on the Market

Poetry
Francesca Bell is the author of Bright Stain (Red Hen Press, 2019) and the translator of Kitchens and Trains: Poems by Max Sessner (Red Hen Press, 2023). Her work appears widely in journals such as B… Read more »

Kept Miniature in Size

Ellie Roscher

Each autumn, blooming chrysanthemums offer a final burst of color before the cold. China introduced the flower to Japan in the 8th century CE. The chrysanthemum, or kiku in Japanese, has since become a venerable flower synonymous with the essence and art of Japan, appearing on the crest of the imperial family and treated with a great sense of ceremony. Japanese gardeners cultivate young chrysanthemums, tediously training a single flower to become a manicured arrangement.

~

My teammates and I lined up along the back wall of the gym. We lay on the floor, legs up the wall, arms straight out to our sides, palms up. Shimmying our legs into a deep straddle, we settled in. The girl on my right strapped weights to her ankles. A coach sat at the head of another, pushing the balls of his feet into her thighs to straighten her legs. Eventually, with the help of gravity, my heels rested on the cold cement floor. I wiggled my toes and watched the muscles in my legs undulate. We differentiated pain that injures from pain necessary for progress. After several minutes, our coaches were satisfied. Some girls moaned and worked their legs back together, but I rolled over and hopped up. While we waited for the others, my coach refastened my ponytail higher on my head. She liked when it completed the upward diagonal of my cheekbones. In a whisper, she insisted, “These things matter.”

~

Kiku artists contort the delicate flowers on complex wiring systems using meticulous pinching, pruning, and staking techniques. Blooming is timed and budding is forced. Ornate formations emerge from the obediently bending plants. Exhibitions transcend nature to become sophisticated and ethereal works of art.

~

A high school classmate of mine was beaten to death by her boyfriend in the wintertime. I knew her as quiet and kind. The police found her body on the bed with no pants, her shirt pulled up and one boot on. She had bruised arms and scratches on her hands, and her face was covered with blood that seemed to come from her eyes, nose and mouth. Police found blood at the bottom of the stairs, on the second-floor landing, at the base of the bookshelf, and twelve inches from her head. She was an artist and took care of children. She weighed 95 pounds. I wonder if she realized at some point in the altercation that this is how it would end.

~

The New York Botanical Garden celebrates kiku with a Japanese imperial-style flower show. Teams of gardeners spend upwards of a year building wiring systems and training the flowers. One display resembles a cascading waterfall, paused for a moment in its kinetic flurry. Another mimics a layered, symmetrical cake standing stoic and static, a persuaded vision of perfection.

~

I pulled my hospital gown closer so the doctor could sit by my knees. She was slender and graceful. Her long black hair looked disheveled. I wondered how long she had been awake.

“I’m sorry we are meeting under these circumstances,” she said.

A few months into my pregnancy, I went into the doctor’s office for a routine checkup. An ultrasound showed an underdeveloped baby with no heartbeat. It had been dead inside of me for a month. My body would not let it go. Concerned about infection, the doctor asked if I was free the following day to remove it. I was.

“The procedure is simple,” the doctor continued. “We will put you to sleep, dilate your cervix, and apply light suction. Do you have any questions?”

I did, but didn’t ask.

I woke to the nurse shouting my name and shaking my shoulder. She handed me a small plastic bowl of graham crackers and a glass of apple juice. My teeth wouldn't stop chattering.

“It’s time to go,” she said. I rose gingerly, revealing a large pool of blood on the white bed linens.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

~

A single white flower stands tall, strikingly pure. Rows and rows of thin petals bow in unison toward the nucleus like layers of delicate feathers resting. In Japan, white chrysanthemums symbolize adversity and grief. A few petals on the outermost layer gracefully unfurl in their own direction, wilting under the pressure to conform. An exhausted lunge, gasping for air. A choreographed lament.

Read more »