by Bethany Getz When my twin brother Nathan and I were eight, he asked my parents if he could play recreational soccer. After the first practice, he asked where were…
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Implicit Bias in the Wilds of Allen County
by Jeff Gundy Only a few of us ever need to whistle Vivaldi to reassurethe nervous suburbanites. Some of us answer “tired old prof” when asked our true identity, or…
Deer; Twilight
by Nick Conrad Crops of plenty gone in an instant, the combine’s quick harvest leaving enough still for days of grazing, snout close to earth, lips, teeth seizing the shattered…
Old Growth
—Cudahy Woods, 2020 by Jacob Riyeff Sleet and stiff breeze cold about the ears,the children tramp along, rejoice in chilled mudstreaming down the path and pooling in booted puddles.Mayapple stands…
The Sea’s One and Only Word
From the beginning, the sea
has been collaborating
with the bluff
In the Neurology Wing of Johns Hopkins Outpatient Center
“The boy with his shattered skull stitched
runs his fingers over the bridge
Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs…”