Our Squid Mother by E. Ce Miller Our little sister made the discovery that summer. It wasn’t surprising that she would be the first to find out—the only one of us who still climbed into our mother’s lap like Ma was a piece of furniture instead of a woman,...
Black Walnut Is the War Tree by Laura Da’ War Camps To track well is to identify patterns by their impressions: walk, trot, scamper, lope, drag, leap, gallop, bound. Each gait tells the story of its prey in a narrative of evasion. To hunt well one must be both...
I Would Like To Step Out Of My Heart And Go Walking Beneath The Enormous Sky by Jeff Whitney Where did my life go? Jimmy Stewart asks in It’s A Wonderful Lifeand he gets more than he bargained for, a big time unmistakableblast that can’t be explained. Hello, sister....
How I Learned to Translate Shadows by Joshua Zeitler after Shivani Mehta I was born with a book for a body. I think there’s been a mistake, my mother said, refusing to hold me despite the appealing firmness of my spine. I was a clothbound hardcover, the...
The Landscape Persists + Letter to E, Corvallis by Natalie Eleanor Patterson The Landscape Persists Hannah drives me to Salem for the first timein ten months exactly. Last time I was on this highway I had someone else’s hand in mine& my own spit limning my hair...
