Jieyan Wang
How the Body Contains Flight

Jieyan Wang - How the Body Contains Flight

Contest - Creative Nonfiction
Jieyan Wang is a writer and rising first-year college student at Harvard University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pleiades, Passages North, Witness, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and… Read more »
Jeffrey Bean
The Best Day of Middle School

Jeffrey Bean - The Best Day of Middle School

Contest - Prose Poem
Jeffrey Bean is Professor of English/Creative Writing at Central Michigan University. He is author of two chapbooks and the poetry collections Diminished Fifth and Woman Putting on Pearls, winner of… Read more »
Patricia Patterson
The Daughters

Patricia Patterson - The Daughters

Contest - Flash Fiction
Patricia Patterson is a Mexican-American writer and editor based in Central North Carolina. Her fiction is featured or forthcoming in PANK, Porter House Review, EcoTheo Review, and elsewhere. When… Read more »

The Best Day of Middle School - Prose Poem

Jeffrey Bean

February. A layer of ice formed on the highways while the math teacher filled the blackboard with angular shapes. Our attention was turned, as always, to the windows. Bulging clouds. Sleet on pines. Cold birds eyeing colder birds hunched under branches. Then—on the road—a van spun sideways. We rose from our desks. It skidded into a ditch, crunching to a stop in snow. But slowly. Almost gently. Then, around the curve—a red sports car. Doomed, we knew with a thrill. The driver touched the brakes, the wheels locked, the car drifted off the road and nudged the van. It moved in slow motion, left no dent. A white sedan joined them. A blue truck. And another. Then, to our delight, a telephone poll fell, dragging its cape of wires. Dogs ran from the neighborhoods, jumped onto the windshields. The 7-11, where we stole cigarettes, crumpled and rolled into the pile. Then Western Skateland fell, the musty roller skates we had stood inside for countless birthday parties rattling onto the scene. We began to turn to each other. Are you seeing this? As usual, we did not make eye contact, looking instead at each other’s bodies, our gangling arms and bellies,… Read more »