Omelet & Her 77th Michelle McMillan-Holifield __________ Omelet We broke eggs sloppily over a Corelle cup,that little 1977goblet whose greensweren’t leavesbut a censusof mossy splotches, whose pattern of small yolk-yellow flowers was as familiar and delicious a memory as the zingof mustard greensin a grandmother’ssweltering kitchen—her love villagewhere she prayedfor her salvationwhere she prayedfor her babieswhere…
Read MoreFall Feasts: Nov. ’24 Editor: Vallie Lynn Watson Managing Editor: Karris Rae Associate Editor: Taryn White Assistant Editors: Robbie Hess, Leah Joseph, Jade Turner, Meilyn Woods Crystal White, “Enough to Go Around,” photograph Letter from the Editor by Vallie Lynn Watson Letter from the Guest Editor by Taryn White Prose…
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Read MoreLetter from the Editor Vallie Lynn Watson ‘Tis the season! Our “Boo”din theme of “monsters” has me harkening back to the last election cycle and remembering how I dealt with said stress: Halloween decor! Still early in the pandemic, I spent just about every day of October 2020 on my…
Read MoreLost in Canterbury Colette Tennant __________ Once, after a rough crossing from Calais to Dover, I entered England for the first time. Unashamed tourist, traveling alone, I slept the first night at Canterbury’s Pilgrim Inn. Maybe because I was by myself, they tucked me in a corner room under the…
Read MoreMaking King Kong Carla Sarett __________ Marion Cooper needed a monster. So he made King Kong upright. His beast stood like a human killer. The real challenge lay in adjusting the frame’s size without nonstop distortion, his Kong could be dwarfed by the Empire State, even a billboard. Kong was…
Read MoreStop Motion & Psalm [Crows rustle in the pine out back,] Clay Matthews __________ Stop Motion This spirit on the water now hovers over the darkness; I am moved to speak, and love pours out like honey and covers everything I forgive. In hide and seek you called my name;…
Read MoreNever, Never the Ouija Board Mark Hendrickson __________ To believe in ghosts seems a foolish thing (even ghosts don’t believe in themselves). Yet in the darkness my eyes have seen a message spread beneath the needle, slowly spelling out belated warning: Never buy the Ouija board— cardboard casket gathering mold, …
Read MoreThey Come, Growling Foster Dickson __________ Everything was tomorrow. But not now. Some was yesterday, and most went by unnoticed. That one kid humanized what was left over, and the green sprouts went on, shooting up. The hard brown dirt allowed little cracks, and what was before unseen, unknown, came…
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