by H.E. Fisher / Experimental & Hybrids
Home on winter break, I overheard my older brother talking to himself—throated vowels, guttural call & response. Years before, when I was six and he was nineteen, he sailed to England on the Queen Elizabeth to study schizophrenia with a …
by John David Morgan / Interviews, Reviews
Debut novelist Rebecca Lehmann is the author of The Beheading Game, released in March 2026, by the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House. Lehmann is an award-winning poet and essayist. She has an MFA in poetry from …
by Landon Monroe / Reviews
Good Job is poet Jessica Farquhar’s debut full-length collection. Published by Finishing Line Press in 2026, it’s an introspective and self-deprecating work, rendered with a conversational voice and dry wit. With this book, Farquhar reaches for something both ambitious and …
by Alex Stuckey / Interviews, Reviews
Meg Mullins is no stranger to the art of the short story. Her debut novel, The Rug Merchant, was conceived from “The Rug,” originally published by the Iowa Review and later anthologized in The Best American Short Stories 2002. Though …
by Lizzy Roth / Reviews
Willie Edward Taylor Carver Jr.’s Tore All to Pieces, published by the University Press of Kentucky in 2026, is a vivid portrait of what it means to create a life in Appalachia. In a time so mired with misunderstanding, division, …
by Cynthia Yatchman / Visual Art
Fern Mapped From Space Red Floral Mapped The Nest
by Jacob Cherry / Visual Art
She Looks Artist’s Statement: “She Looks” is a piece I painted in 2025 that I feel conflicted about. On one hand, my signature texture is present in the piece, which runs throughout much of my work. However, there’s an uneasiness …
by Chris L. Butler / Visual Art
Food for Thought Harmony with the Natural World Artist’s Statement: These two works were birthed out of Februllage 2026, a month-long exercise for collagists, similar to NaPoWriMo for poets. While I did not complete every day of Februllage, these works …
by Molly Higgins / Creative Nonfiction
The summer between sophomore and junior year, I found myself in Darian’s empty, furniture-less house. I lay beside him in the dark on the scratchy white carpet, flat cardboard boxes littering the floor. Everything smelled vaguely of mothballs and sawdust. …