The Hill We Die On
Sara Hills Daddy says it’s every man’s right to have a guru, and more’s the pity if you only have one. Used […]
"You can make anything by writing." — CS Lewis
"A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world." — Susan Sontag
"To survive, you must tell stories." — Umberto Eco
"It takes a lot of bad writing to get to a little good writing." — Truman Capote
"I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them." — Haruki Murakami
Sara Hills Daddy says it’s every man’s right to have a guru, and more’s the pity if you only have one. Used […]
Eoin Devereux From the rough slanted fieldA streel of a scarecrowBears witness,To a brimful cup left on the doorstep,An extra place at […]
Myna Chang Every morning, Uncle Leon’s out there baby-talkin’ his favorite gator, Ethyl. “Who’s the smartest girl? Yes, you are,” he coos […]
Melissa Ostrom Will the child know what to watch forWhen she leaves her tame homeOf rosebud cup, glass ballerinaAnd broaches the forestWith […]
David Cook The dog had been moulting again, but that was okay because it gave Lily more material to knit with. Click-clack […]
Susmita Bhattacharya The lines are drawn with chalkon the tennis court. A temporary pitchis created. Lights hang from bamboo poles.Boys from across […]
Emily Devane This river is a careless mother. She sets out with good intentions, singing The Hills Are Alive at the top […]
by Frank McHugh The little burnt hands of the saintheld on tight to the railway power lineshis charred and tatty remains flying […]
by Gina Harlow In another life I would have lived in Manhattanpoor but pores oozing with interpretation and trepidation,In exhilaration of the […]
Amy Barnes My therapist is a bird woman. When I arrive, a caged parakeet sits in her office. Carrier pigeons arrive and […]
Stephanie Parent Her cottage prowls the forestOn legs of rubbery fleshClacking bonesPrehistoric claws It leaves footprints large enoughTo swallow a girlHood and […]
Jan Simpson The sandwiches would stink the car up long before they reached the seaside. But it wasn’t a picnic without egg […]
Bayveen O’Connell A mighty grunt, then a smooth slither out. The midwife gasped and in the next breath, giggled. “In all my […]
Kinneson Lalor I’m about to click the shutter when Henry-Robert ruffles his feathers again, the ripple of something in the space where […]
Maybe you’ve been wondering what our editors will be looking for once we start reading entries for our anthology competition that launches […]
by Janice Leagra I thought it would be a good idea to post links to some of the writing published by our […]
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