We were sixteen and we knew everything. It was 1989….
The Shape of Grief by Melanie Faranello
Category: Essays
Ringing in the Rain by Callie Arnold Dinolfo
… despite the evidence around me, the evidence I have co-created, a proposal feels abstract, far off.
Among the Rocks by Cathy Mellett
…I’m eleven years old and in the 5th grade. I live with my grandmother because my mother Marie cannot take care of me.
Here with You by Paige Lammers
You’re a big horse, all eighteen hands of you.
Short by Anne Kenner
Being short meant you couldn’t see over people who sat in front of you at the movies, and you didn’t stand out in a crowd.
going to iowa by Christine Fugate
There are two types of people who ride the train at three in the morning.
Mass by Craig Holt
Earlier today, they cut the growth from my throat.
Ghostcard by Ann de Forest
My sister lives outside of Seattle and has never been to Italy. This postcard came from elsewhere.
Heart Broken by Jade Lin
When I was seven, the pediatrician caught an irregular heartbeat thumping in my chest.
Decomposition by Sara Mann
The night before my mother died, I sat on a stool beside her bed writing the artist statement for her last show.
