By Tristan Joseph Espinoza / Poetry / Dallas is boring these days, the endless suburban outlook, that stuck look on her face, I just keep...

By Mark Martin / Fiction / The four of them—two adults and two children—languished in a parked car held immobile by the rain. The weather...

By Shayla Frandsen / First Place, 2023 Plentitudes Prize in Fiction / Mom visited Marty in a dream again. In the dream, Mom was standing...

By Lena Hari / Fiction / Matteo’s hands, rough, raw, and badly bleeding, worked to turn the burnt earth. The fires were still burning in...

By Cassidy McCants / Fiction / What kind of beauty lies latent? Dormant? In the morning you walk outside to see gray. A haze that doesn’t...

By John Muro / Poetry / I leave to you, my only daughter, this wedding ring of orange-blossom design, golden-hued, and etched by water,...

By J.M. Amoroso / Fiction / I lose my soul in the mirror every day. I give it a year, maybe two if I’m lucky, before I face the dreaded...

By Finley Williams / Nonfiction / I. Granny never talked about her late husband, my maternal grandfather. I know him mostly through a...

By Michael DuBon / Nonfiction / My cousin Bianca and I stood in front of Chelle, my twelve-year-old sister, hoping she could entertain us...

By Barbara Hughes / Nonfiction / Staring at the tiny log cabin in front of me reminds me of a box sent from a loved one, something...

By Jeanne Althouse / Nonfiction / Once I read a book. It was Christmas Eve and Billie could not sleep. I found him sobbing in the hallway...

By Kwan Siu Kan Gabriel / Fiction / From her upstairs bedroom, Anastasia cries. It is 9 pm, well into the quiet hours. Her cries echo...

By Grant Jarrett / Nonfiction / Her mouth hangs open, her face is pale and pleated, her lips dry and crusty, like stale pastry. She is...

By Iris Harris / Fiction / “I know it’s your week with Sam starting tonight, but I don’t think you need to come all the way down to the...

By Ed Davis / Fiction / Marla hadn’t been home five minutes before the doorbell rang. Shit. She’d’ve ignored it except she was expecting...

By Mara Adamitz Scrupe / Nonfiction / Arriving for my shift, I climb the stairs directly up to the low-ceilinged third floor. Once...

by Ber Anena / Nonfiction / My mother’s son is on his knees. In front of him sits a large millstone—its center slightly curved to keep...

by Alan Toth / Fiction / Most people are a little confused when I tell them how I got here. They always want to know why I did it – where...

by Juva / Nonfiction / My mother bristled in the doctor’s office as I questioned my pediatrician, but she didn’t say a word. Dr. Combs...

by Ray Berman-Schneider / Fiction / My mother cried the day my grandfather died. This may seem like an appropriate response, but she...

by Annette Higgs / Nonfiction / When you arrive she’s sitting in the grey armchair, chin on chest, sound asleep. The door is half-open;...