On the Last Ferry to Inishbofin by Roberta Beary
Lost in the landscapes were the blue gulls careening their watchful dance. The sea was the colour of loss, of father’s last words. Nothing so grand as be not afraid in the original.
Pushcart Prize Nominations, 2020
The following stories have been nominated by our staff for the Pushcart Prize, 2020! Congratulations! Nuala O’Connor “There But For” Rebekah Bergman “Certain Solitary Creatures” Hugh Behm-Steinberg “The Names of Things”...
Boy Things by Julia Strayer
I scuff through the woods waiting for hips that won’t come. Heel toe heel toe down the length of a fallen tree. Roll a rock—pill bugs, millipedes, the smell of earth.
Weather-beaten by Andrew Stancek
On the road shoulder across from our church, our former church, our home, our former home, I am gathering courage to put my Rambler into drive, to step on the gas.
Stitches Unravelling by Tommy Dean
We’re in his old hometown, where the buildings sag on their foundations, and the metal siding of the ‘70s is rusting, sun-scorched and dusty from cornfield weed killer.