Learning Games: Fiction by Danielle Holmes

Learning Games: Fiction by Danielle Holmes

The library’s Saturday morning storytime was cancelled. The staff had tried everything to keep it afloat.
Two Poems by Allison Collins

Two Poems by Allison Collins

That time after the Golden Hour / when the sky glows one slow chalk streak, / the horizon like flesh / pressed to a lightbulb, / I said, come with me.
Three Poems by Marissa Glover

Three Poems by Marissa Glover

I don’t even know how you got published. / Of all writers in the world, you’re the worst.
Two Poems by JJ Campbell

Two Poems by JJ Campbell

all my dreams / cost more than / whatever money / i ever had in my / life
Three Poems by KG Newman

Three Poems by KG Newman

How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Three Poems by Lynn Horton

Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
Let the world in all its glorious forms touch you, then write, write, write. —Lee Martin
Three Oaks

Three Oaks

by Daniel Uncapher
 
He arrived from the East with plenty to lose. Boomtown rascals took a shine to him real quick, coolly eyed.
Family Mart

Family Mart

by Elizabeth Browne
 
For weeks now, Martine has wondered how she ended up this way. One day her left hand held the bar on the Skytrain. Now, her wrist has grown a ring of blonde hair, and out of that comes the hoof, gray and waxy.
2018 Portal Prize Results

2018 Portal Prize Results

Our most heartfelt congratulations and thanks to our very first Portal Prize winner for Speculative Fiction, Elizabeth Browne, for her story “Family Mart.”
The Sun, the Moon, and Charlie Leigh

The Sun, the Moon, and Charlie Leigh

by Manne Green
 
Jackie had gotten it into his head that his new neighbor might have kids the same age as him that he could become best friends with.
Two Poems by Lauren Sartor

Two Poems by Lauren Sartor

I wish death were a man in a black cloak. / At least than I’d have some company.
Three Poems by Robert Tremmel

Three Poems by Robert Tremmel

The High Sierra hangs / suspended between the wing / and the sunken edge / of the caldera.
And When You Found Him, What Did He Say?

And When You Found Him, What Did He Say?

by James Hartman
 
The park is close to the chaos of Michigan’s largest shopping outlets, and I guess I chose this park for its proximity to this chaos.
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Index for W: Growing Up XX

Index for W: Growing Up XX

by Aysia Torres
 
XX was taught that her worth was determined by how much money she earned. Are women worth less than men if they make less money?
The Great Apocalypse Hoax

The Great Apocalypse Hoax

by Tommy Dean
 
Even CNN was reporting the end of the world. There were rules, and we were about to break them.
Seconds

Seconds

by E.T. Parker
 
John the Baptist stands on the corner / of First and Shaw sporting / a pink cape and inline skates. / He holds a simple white sign: JESUS.
Emotions: Just what are they good for anyway?

Emotions: Just what are they good for anyway?

by Dr. Donna Roberts
 
A scientist friend of mine once remarked, “What is the point of all this emotion? It just gets in the way.”
Gnostic

Gnostic

by Nels Hanson
 
By night the owl attacks the crow, / day the crow the sleeping owl, ego / and shadow, shadow and ego, forever, / as long as there are owls and crows.
Designated Hitter

Designated Hitter

by Matt Forsythe
 
“Look at the bright side,” my sister told me. “You’ll always be famous.”
A Midwestern Gothic

A Midwestern Gothic

by Alec Osthoff
 
You call the drink a Tom Collins. It makes you more alert to the thin black arm hairs of the man you’re talking to. He’s a spoken word poet—Shelly introduced you, and you haven’t had sex since last spring semester.
Three Poems by Rick Lupert

Three Poems by Rick Lupert

When the synagogue told me / we’d be going to the duck pond to / cast away our sins / I thought, that’s not fair to the ducks.

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