2 Essays | Emily Van Duyne

This Is How You Lose Him

You walk your kid to the beach, alone, although it’s Sunday, and for the last six weeks or so, Sundays have kinda been your thing — the four of you — your son, three and a half, plopped all gangly-legged, blue eyes glowing in the…

The Right to Bare Arms | Laura Lanik

My grandpa taught me how to shoot a gun.
He took me raccoon hunting at night
and we baited the black bear in the daytime,
driving the back 80 dirt road in a rusty blue truck.
Our gun rack hung in the bathroom,
the bullets in the kitchen drawer.
The 8-point buck I…

3 Poems | lauren elma frament

Fem Editors Talk Back: The White Women of Lit

Q2: How do we combat the white, femaleness of most feminist lit spaces?

AUTUMN [editor in chief]: Honestly, I’m beginning to just ignore spaces that are dominated by these…

My Mother is Forgetting | Cindy Veach

And why no stars tonight?
Every crumb swept clean
no finding her way back
to that
home she left
this morning.

2 Poems | Cid V Brunet

Aquarium

If it is true that fish can only hold
three seconds of memories
then my distorted face
must have become a familiar institution

Fourteen Types of Knots | Bridget Apfeld

1. Bow

Or: your shoelaces when, after walking along the riverfront for almost an hour, ignoring the cigarette packs and clotted algae and poisoned fish slopping against the dock legs and instead admiring, determinedly, the movement of…

Wild Cider | Diana Whitney

You inhabited me for weeks like an illness
and the fever demanded sustenance
and I fed it wild apples and blackberries,
spring water and dew, summer’s ambrosia
sating me, sating you
until the fever broke.

Snapshot and Lies | Alexis Rhone Fancher

1.
our bodies are a haven from August.

this summer all we do is rut

mattress on the carpet
him on me

Thank You For the Monkey Bars | Alisha Grace Scott

You sang oldies to me on the way home,
belting them out, one hand on the wheel,
one on my knee, before you
dropped me home barely able to kiss,
more mouth-to-mouth laughter.
My smile was still sore from being
worn out all evening with you…