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July/August 2020

From the Editor: July/August 2020

Writers these days seem to fall into two camps with regard to writing during the pandemic: paralysis or extreme productivity

From the Editor | July/August 2020 | By Andrea Lani


Waiting to be Discharged from the Maternity Ward

Consider his laughter, the sound of explosion / the slivers of lizard that land in his hair.

Poetry | July/August 2020 | By Caridad Moro-Gronlier


The Boy Without a Voice

When you could not describe pain, you screamed / until I felt it. Your eyes like a cat’s saucer, licked / clean.

Poetry | July/August 2020 | By Heather Cadenhead


Matter

Love has small hands, a voracious mouth

Poetry | July/August 2020 | By Jeneva Stone


Navigation

Abandoning all pragmatism, we packed up our things, broke the contract on a house we were set to buy elsewhere, and moved to the beach.

Creative Nonfiction | July/August 2020 | By Heather Frese


Confessions of a Compulsive House Cleaner

Control, or rather the pursuit of it, is on my mind as I scrub the kitchen and bathroom counters today…

Creative Nonfiction | July/August 2020 | By Robin Sloane Seibert


How a Bird Carries

how a bird carries in its being nest / carries tree carries light into blue into sky, every name for home

Poetry | July/August 2020 | By Robin Turner


A Conversation with Rachel Epp Buller

In my experience, the maternal-child relationship distills the truth of human relationships in general: they are messy and complicated at the same time as being incredibly rewarding.

Profiles | July/August 2020 | By Christina Consolino


Girl with pink balloon.

Writing and Not Writing Motherhood and the Self

I write not for the people I love or for any abstract public or judge, but for myself

Literary Reflections | July 2020 | By Nadia Colburn


Vanishing Point

My love surrounds, infiltrates, permeates. It needs no witnessing to be understood as utterly true, self-evident. Like gravity.

Fiction | July/August 2020 | By Misty Urban


Guilt Free

Some people do not like olives. They just don’t. And nothing is going to change that, no matter how needy and worthy those olives are.

Fiction | July/August 2020 | By Sara Mesa Wright


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