#77: Fiction by Christine Ma-Kellams
PUERTO RICO IS NOT A STATE Rong arrived in San Juan on a bright Saturday in the middle of December. Like other Saturdays throughout Puerto…
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#76: Fiction by Thomas Elson
SICK HEADACHE Look closely. You are where it began—at a time before polio shots, seat belts, and television. A time when visitors entered houses through…
#75: Fiction by Michael Keenan Gutierrez
THE STILL On their first date, they attend a socially distanced rooftop gala in flapper wear. It’s New Year’s Eve, 2021, Brooklyn. Martha is a…
#74: Poetry by Stephen Wing
VIEW FROM A MOUNTAIN RIDGE “Mom,” I ask on the way to the car, “Do you remember hiking with me on the Appalachian Trail?” Single…
#73: Fiction by Michèle Gagnon
SINKING At the very beginning, a few incoherences, everyday objects disappearing and suddenly reappearing in unusual places: keys in the fridge, a bag of lemons…
#72: Poetry by Laurinda Lind
CHEATING AT WAR I invented generals and pulled them out to the field unfairly which means palming kings, putting them at top of the…
#71: Poetry by Gabrielle Peterson
WHAT COLOR YOU ARE WEARING I WILL remember like i am prey hiding in the grasses. a baby boy got eaten last week and they…
#70: Fiction by Hilary Stanton
CHARACTER LIMITS Age 12 Angela inserts a floppy disk into the drive. “You know that story you wrote last week? I turned it into…
#69: Poetry by Gale Acuff
SLAIN Death is something we live with all the time my Sunday School teacher says after class and she could’ve said it before class, too,…
#68: Poetry by Roy Bentley
THE DAILY SEDUCTION OF BEING THIS PERSON INCLUDES KNOWING MY MOTHER LOVED ME Ray Charles singing “You Don’t Know Me” aside, you can know someone.…
#67: Fiction by Becky Tuch
RECONCILIATION To: TanishaKay@HappyArt.Org May 20, 2020 Hi Tanisha, I hope this email finds you well. I understand you may not want to hear…
#66: Nonfiction by Lindsey Schaffer
REFLECTIONS The day I was born my mother gave birth to the same child twice. At least, that is how I live the first few…
#65: Poetry by Joddy Murray
LONGEVITY, BRIEFLY No grass is as rooted as Bermuda with its beard of roots mingling like sentences in the filth of clarity. No song has…
#64: Fiction by Siamak Vossoughi
THE FARSI TEACHER That fall every one of his students was an American who was married to an Iranian. Lord, but they butchered the language…
