Interview with Gaynor Jones, First Place Winner
Interview by Sudha Balagopal The witch in your story is a powerful, albeit unseen, character. How did the idea of a witch […]
"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
Interview by Sudha Balagopal The witch in your story is a powerful, albeit unseen, character. How did the idea of a witch […]
Philip Charter When Richie McManus lost his hand in the hydraulic winch, he said he screamed like a banshee, but the North […]
Interview by Neil Clark Saudade, the concept, really got us editors gabbing away and going on all sorts of tangents when we […]
Bayveen O’Connell Manifest. Dad is the captain of my imagination. I’m from coastal people who say the sea is a gateway to […]
Interview by Edward Bassett Why do flash and microfiction appeal to you as narrative forms? I love paring stories back to their […]
Nuala O’Connor To call the merrow-man to the shore, you must shed seven drops of eye-brine into the sea. This is what […]
Melissa Bowers VII. Afterward, every beach is vacant. Our children still race for the sand, rip at the fluttering caution tape, ignore […]
Ian O’Brien The slowboat heaved on the black ocean. The weather seemed to have followed her from Dublin, lashing the deck, the […]
J.L. Willetts It’s not my first time. There was the time I tried to hang myself but got it wrong and spent […]
Amy Barnes My father sleeps skeleton-folded in a closet box. His face is pressed against his knees, a jumble of paper bones […]
Sutton Strother In her last life, your mother was a whale. She makes no secret of it, so you grow up carrying […]
Sara Hills 1. En caul babies are as rare as giant squid and underwater cairns. En caul means born inside the amniotic […]
Ed Barnfield “You have ancestors. Remember them, their names. The Moken, the Sama-Bajau. Lives before yours, expended on the water. Follow their […]
Lorraine Thomson Alabama, Alaska, Arizona. Ever been thirsty? I’m talking about a thirst as deep as the ocean. A thirst like that […]
Katie Oliver Being a narwhal with two tusks sounds fun, doesn’t it? Special. That’s what I thought too, once. Granted, it’s better […]
Jess Moody “I know an island.” The words that saved the lips that spoke them. The Captain had no time for my […]
Jason John Kahler The oars broke the water as the morning sun broke the horizon. The first hours of the summer solstice […]
Kate MacCarthy On Maundy Thursday in 1911, Ruaridh waded out waist deep into the water. The Atlantic was a glaucous grey-green in the […]
Lauren Foregger This house is more like a ship. If it weren’t for the chimneys and the pitched roof, I’d consider calling […]
Amber Garcia I name every nick, cut, contusion, like children, as I rub my shorn head and when I come to the […]
Sue Dawes He never takes his shoes off to walk along the beach, says he hates the way sand invades every crease […]
Lisa Blackwell The bird stands at least a foot taller than any of the other birds on the rocky outpost. It’s head […]
Sharon Boyle I am a butcher by trade. That’s what I tell my fellow passengers of merchants, their wives, soldiers, and able-bodied […]
Jan Kaneen When hunger’s making your insides growl, and rain’s a-rattling your midnight window, and you’re lying in your driftwood bunk waiting […]
Peggy Riley It had been calling to her. She could hear it from the water. Revenge, it said. Take back what was […]
Sara Dobbie Henry is obsessed and there is nothing Celeste can do about it. She emerges from below deck, fraught with disappointment. […]
by Anuja Ghimire A wintry Texas morning, I wait for the sunThe full moon, a star, or two by the windowGolden Pothos […]
Electra Rhodes Mam was laid out cotton-starched on the bed. The stillest I’d ever seen her. She’d not like to be known […]
Laurie Marshall While it is true I did not accept his proposal, that did not prove that I did not love him. […]
by Rebecca Ruvinsky A sense of living alreadyin the past. He is lookingat a dying woman whileshe is breathing. Eating.She can only […]
Frances Gapper Skipping most stages of poultry production including death, he’d blagged a ride in the delivery truck. He was free-range organic, […]
Rebecca Ruvinsky The audacitywas circumstantial: we didn’t know we wereflying until it was toolate to stop. Then, we’re hopeless, trippingover each other, […]
Jared Povanda With angular gaps in the branches. Light everywhere. In my hair, on my skin, claws of it and petals. A […]
Sutton Strother On the album cover the Rock Star reaches out, so you take his hand and pull him free, out of […]
Jesse Millner Once I saw a man punch a homeless guy in the face.It was afternoon. It was the mid-1980s. It was […]
by Jesse Millner It was cold then, mid-1980s, Chicago—authentic winter with below zero daysand the wizardry of turquoise ice alongthe lake, shaped […]
Tania Hershman Butch says I need to watch everything you do. I say, But he’s just sitting there. Butch slaps my back. […]
Wyatt Winnie Saturn ringsaround cul-de-sacs,adhesive radio wavesjamming, jamming transmissions fromNeptune to Mercury searchingfor staticky reception andconfirmation of alien life. She’s wrapped hertentacles […]
Wyatt Winnie They’re out of horchata againand I don’t know how to tellthe othersI’m not Corona legal,at least not in this state […]
Sara Hills After school and on Saturdays we couple up and make-out under the overpass in the middle of town—under shirts, over […]
Shannon Kenny I have a thick skinbut the patriots and bigotsare wearing it thin.The blood of the world is all over my […]
Frank McHugh Universal indicator of right, wrong,good, bad, life or death. Of course,no-one nowadays can make a decisionso the digit wavers, not […]
Julia Kelly And we ran through the streets, stars like comets streaking the black sky, two girls laughing, pounding the concrete through […]
Nora Nadjarian I’ve spoken to thousands of art dealers listed in the yellow pages. I’ve turned the thin pages and made over […]
Joyce Wheatley There was the “fall.” “Dropped on her head as a baby,” Mama said. Nothing congenital. Nothing genetic. An accident. Story […]
Meg Mulcahy We sit ditch-side in curdled breeze and watch as curlews tango in briar and thorn. Bodies like mine are made […]
Amanda Wilkins Our dirt smelled different, I say.Rust and library paste,Ground up talons and the blood of mice.Sure, it had the same […]
Jesse Millner of Chicago back in the 1980s when I drank shots and beers with Polacks and Puerto Ricans in West Side […]
by Jesse Millner The neighbors are Labor Day loud now that the rain has driven them in from the golf course. Why […]
by Jesse Millner Having your wife leave you is exhausting.The moon still rises and falls outside& the Florida heat kicks your ass […]