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Good Food for Starving Things (Emerging Writer’s Contest Winner: FICTION)

In fiction, our winner is Meghan O’Toole, for her short story “Good Food for Starving Things.” Of the story, fiction judge Kiley Reid says, “‘Good Food for Starving Things’—dark, abrupt, and a bit wild—is a deft cross-pollination concerning what it means to be a beast, and what it means to belong. With addictive and highly…

Air Quality

Cora holds the baby until Matt leans in and takes her back. She can smell the oily lank of his hair, the sweet of his breath. She’d suggested a hotel room—there must be something nearby, she said, but her daughter insisted she stay in the apartment with them. Families belong together, she said. Cora’s daughter…

Christiane Jacox

Christiane Jacox’s first book of poetry, Bears Dancing in the Northern Air (Yale University Press, 1991), received the Yale Younger Poets Prize in 1990. Her translation of Gabriela Mistral’s Poemas de las Madres was published by Eastern Washington University Press in 1996. In the years since, her translations and poems have made their slow way into journals including Poetry magazine, Sundog…

vintage photograph of Longfellow's house

“Day to be recorded with sunbeams! Day of light and love!”: Longfellow and the Weather

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s weather reports document a lifelong fascination, even partnership, with the weather acting as the writer’s trusted, often fickle, companion and muse. The ritual documentation of the daily weather reveals Longfellow’s creative process and his failed attempts at separating his private life from the published prose and his own public persona.

a photo taken by the author of this piece, image of a peaceful lake with two figures on a board in the middle of the lake--it is surrounded by mist colored mountains and lush landscapes

The Distance of Home

By leaving China, I demonstrated my freedom of choice and a quest for knowledge. Yet physical detachment only heightened my yearning for an emotional homecoming. In the decade since I first boarded a plane to the U.S., distance has lent me both a sharp lens and a soft gaze to examine my country of origin.