I can say: That is a hawk. But not: red-tail, red-shoulder. […]
Prose
Weird stuff floated in the water. My brother was due home any moment. He and I […]
Restoration Efforts Underway by Chase Burke
Ricky Jenkins was struggling to talk—sucking in breath, squeezing his eyes against the swell of tears, wiping his […]
Tuscarora by William Black
Of the roads on la mapa, the one that I choose is minor. It begins a wanderer […]
Postcards by Kelvin Christopher James
On a stone bunk at the rear of the cave lies the massive, ailing sow. The lamps […]
Gadara by Michael Hawley
For Tupelo Quarterly 4: We’d like to read your stories of teaching and learning moments […]
Living Pedagogies: an Invitation to Send Creative Nonfiction
Summer, 1952 I don’t remember clearly the coming or the going, the short walk at your side […]
My Father, the Swimmer by Bernard Horn
CHAPTER ONE I forget the name of the father; I forget the name I gave my son; […]
Sunlight Underground by Jan Schmidt
23* The willing ass is bared to be whipped with electricity. Come to me lover […]
Excerpt from Opposite Daring: Prose Translations of Sappho by Amy ...
* * * For several years, Senior Prose Editor Eric Darton has been aiming to connect me with […]
Turkish Journal, Part I: By the Spoonmaker’s Tomb by ...
These are people of “(ironically) tiger-striped couch,” of “knowing how people got to be the people […]
The Incurable Habit: Jessamyn Smyth on Okla Elliott’s “The Boiling ...
TQ2 Prose Open Runner-Up I. Parry Sound, Canada The first morning: three otters on the dock: dark, […]