 WHAT
WE'RE GOOD AT
By Sheryl St. Germain
He is from a land that also lies beneath the sea,
and his people are trying to help save your ruined city, but you
don’t know that they will. |
 NEW
CRAFT ESSAYS
Rebecca McClanahan and Rosemary Davis
Rebecca
McClanahan on the transformative power of "frelection"
and Rosemary Davis with a free-form riff on Iowa's CreativenonfictioNow
Conference.
|
 THE
WATER IS RISING PLEAS
By Jimmy Chen
Put a grown man on his roof, put in his hand a house
painter’s brush and he’ll paint these words for the helicopters
to see. |
 PARTY
FOR FLOR PEQUEÑA
By Lauren Culley
Sixteen and pale, wearing a t-shirt from the Ohio State Fair and
jelly bracelets on my left wrist, I am sure that I look like something
tacked on at the last minute. |
 HUM
By Jeff Gundy
The car is the body and the body is the soul and
the soul is no longer inside the body but floating, flying, slipping
through the window. |
 SPINNING
DOWN
By Lynda Rutledge
Without any warning, a wall of surf, instant and
rogue, picked me up and thrust me toward the bleached and jagged
coral between me and land. |
 SHOOT
THE DRIFT
By Shane Borrowman
Before I ever put hand to pistol, there was drift
in my life. |
 DRIVER
ANTS
By Sari Fordham
They can eat through a trapped hen, leaving behind
bones as clean as porcelain. |
|
 HOMETOWN
By Sarah Dickerson
I
hear nothing else but the engine’s rev and the pure, clean sound
of burning rubber.
|
 WHAT
MY SUPERMARKET MEANS TO ME
By
Lynn Schmeidler
Everything
my heart desires resides inside these air-conditioned walls. |
