Amy Lemmon’s book of poems, The Miracles, is a meditation on life after loss, and its themes are motherhood, love, and aging. Lemmon writes, “The structure of the book was inspired by Leonard Bernstein’s Prelude, Fugue and Riffs (1949) for solo clarinet and jazz ensemble.”
I sat on the basement floor of the courthouse reading through old death records. Outside the afternoon sun blasted the streets and sidewalks of the small Kentucky town. But down there it was cool and humid. Whitewashed stone walls glistened and streaked with dirty moisture. An air conditioner rattled in the only window, blocking out the sun.
I got the results from the paternity test and an offer for a new job on the same day. The paternity test was positive; I was the father. The new job was cutting meat at Chives, a specialty grocery store in Boulder. On my lunch break I texted my twin sister Maria that I wanted to share two things with her on Skype. I told my coworker, Lance, the news after work at Hank’s, our regular bar.
Another surly October morning on Rathdangan Farm, the name of our rocky little homestead in the foothills of the Sugarloaf Range, and Mother Nature was in a nasty mood. Her swirling wind bossed the sycamore leaves around the farmyard, and wisps of her clammy fog still clung to the steep mountain peak in the distance. My mother—we called her Mammy— was a whirlwind of work, as usual: milking cows, feeding calves and pigs, washing clothes, holding it all together.
(from Bible Adventures by Gabe Durham) When I was seven, my family moved from Springfield, MO, to Annandale, VA, so my mom could go to grad school and my dad could become the new preacher at the unfortunately named Falls Church Church of Christ. Since before I was...
SARAH BROWN is a graduate student in English and Creative Writing at Concordia University. Her creative work has recently been published in Room Magazine, Literary Juice, and the Vancouver Weekly. Originally from B.C., Sarah now writes and makes music in Montreal.
My parents gave me the name of someone / Who would be an asset in our war against the pervasive / Demonic forces that threaten us on a daily basis.
Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours by Luke B. Goebel Fiction Collective Two. 2014. 184 pages. My first couple years of college, I studied with the late Harry Crews. I read all his books and took his word as the gospel on fiction. When he was writing...
The girl left her house and went into the woods.
On a Monday night early in November Gaddis dumped his motorcycle in the ditch turning onto his road, and Hal drove out to haul the bike up.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. – Psalms 127: 3-5
“Even what the mind forgets, the body remembers.” –Lacy Johnson