Maxine Rosaler
A Sample Boy

Maxine Rosaler - A Sample Boy

Fiction
"A Sample Boy" is part of Maxine Rosaler's novel in stories, Queen for a Day, which will be published by Delphinium Press in June 2018. The novel has received a starred Kirkus Review and has been… Read more »
Meg Mullins
Christmas Gift

Meg Mullins - Christmas Gift

Fiction
Meg Mullins is the author of three novels, The Rug Merchant, Dear Strangers, and This is How I’d Love You. Her work has been selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers series and… Read more »
Lana Spendl
Peephole

Lana Spendl - Peephole

Fiction
Lana Spendl's chapbook of short fiction, We Cradled Each Other in the Air, was published in 2017 by Blue Lyra Press. Her short stories, essays, and poetry have appeared or are forthcoming in The… Read more »
Will Schwartz
Strange Men

Will Schwartz - Strange Men

Fiction
Will Schwartz has published fiction in Ninth Letter and Newtown Literary, and he won the 2017 Briarcliff Review contest for fiction. He is currently finishing his MFA at the University of Illinois,… Read more »
Luke Muyskens
Striker

Luke Muyskens - Striker

Fiction
Luke Muyskens lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota. His fiction has appeared most recently in Arts & Letters, New Madrid, Emrys, Hopkins Review, and Superstition Review. His poetry has appeared most… Read more »
Connor Saparoff Ferguson
The Chrysalid

Connor Saparoff Ferguson - The Chrysalid

Fiction
Connor Saparoff Ferguson is a writer and translator whose fiction and essays have appeared in The Rumpus, Hobart, The Millions, Electric Literature, Hippocampus, Monkeybicycle, and elsewhere. Born and… Read more »

Peephole

Lana Spendl

Berina sat on the black and white tile in her parents’ bathroom on the second floor. The bathroom, a safe space, smelled of soaps and fresh air. Above the toilet, a window had been left open. Outside, trees surrounded the house—shredded trees, as if insect-infested—and beyond it all lay empty beach. If she concentrated hard, she could hear waves over the pebbled shore.

Everyone had gone to the movies in town, and the afternoon stretched before her like unfolding limbs. She was twelve, and her parents and sisters had started leaving her alone in the house with the door locked tight. She liked sitting on the tile here, even when the house was empty, because peace rested in the walls and old sink. No one entered this space during daylight hours—everyone used the small bathroom on the ground floor—and she spent hours here, against the background of voices downstairs, touching and smelling bottles and powders. She particularly liked to sit on the tile as the day came to a close and darkness seeped into air, making it harder and harder to read the writing on bottles.

Now, as she played with the hem of her skirt, a car moved over… Read more »