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Special Issue

Submissions are Open!

We are now open for general submissions and submissions for our special issue reflecting on the 30 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall.  Submissions for the Print Journal: Regular submissions for the print journal are accepted from January 15 to April 15, and from August 1 to November 30. Average turnaround time is […]

Submissions are Open! Read More »

We are now open for general submissions and submissions for our special issue reflecting on the 30 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall.  Submissions for the Print Journal: Regular submissions for the print journal are accepted from January 15 to April 15, and from August 1 to November 30. Average turnaround time is

boy and dog by basquiat

“Dog Days,” by Chloë Boxer

I know it’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time before the dogs. We didn’t know what they could do. We didn’t know that a dog barking up in Washington, D.C. could feel the round clicking into a chamber in Austin.

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I know it’s hard to imagine now, but there was a time before the dogs. We didn’t know what they could do. We didn’t know that a dog barking up in Washington, D.C. could feel the round clicking into a chamber in Austin.

valentine gode painting by darel hodler of a woman in bed

“The Hard Burn of Traveling Light,” by Christa Romanosky

“They cut off my mother’s breast at 8:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, and from the lobby, we watch the low-res screen in the waiting room, color-coded for which stage of surgery she is currently in.”

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“They cut off my mother’s breast at 8:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, and from the lobby, we watch the low-res screen in the waiting room, color-coded for which stage of surgery she is currently in.”

jordanian man sitting against tan colored concrete

“Bringing Umm Saleh Home,” by Maryah Converse

Abu Anis and Abu Alaa insisted, peeling back the mink blankets and lifting their mother between them. She was crying as they carried her out, and I was on the verge of tears, too, glaring intently into the cross-stitch project on my lap.

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Abu Anis and Abu Alaa insisted, peeling back the mink blankets and lifting their mother between them. She was crying as they carried her out, and I was on the verge of tears, too, glaring intently into the cross-stitch project on my lap.

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