Review by Derek Berry When a character in Ashleigh Bryant Phillips’ debut story collection Sleepovers describes her father’s drink-of-choice as “Crown and Mountain Dew from his special shrimp cup with the little pink shrimp shaking his booty on it,” I understood I was...

by Maggie Light The year is 2002. The setting is a basement office cubicle. The protagonist is me. Nobody seems to notice that I haven’t done a moment of work in four days. I’ve been too busy composing emails to my college friend group, descriptions of my boozy...

Body Surfing In a glass dish on my desk, a candle flame heaves its way toward nothing. This life is a thick swim. Invisible water, with the grainy cling of earth. Its spherical touch sealed around my skin. The naked trees know, awash in poured fog that sinks through...

by Sarah Dickenson Snyder On the cusp of summerthe snow looks weary, reluctant.  We have goneover a cliff’s edge like the dream I had last night,my car veering off the road,  almost too frighteningto write down.  My mind swerves awayas I wish the car had, wish...

Joan Miro was famous for once saying he’d spent 80 years trying to learn how to paint like a child—uninhibited, free of self-conscious thinking, without any sense of pose. And it is in that same spirit that we lean into the idea / mood of “Totally Limited...

Happy Book Birthday to Free State poet S. B. Merrow. Her Everyone a Bell was just published by Kelsay Books. The notorious critic Barrett Warner has written—It’s a fine collection with at least a dozen poems anyone on the planet would have wished to write. There was...

Our transitions editor Sorrah Edwards-Thro has new writing up at Entropy Magazine: With corona at our door if not already among us, my housemates and I take a frantic and far from complete tally of who social distancing doesn’t mean staying away from. Typically, over...