Frank Morelli is a writer, an educator, and a beer league extraordinaire. His fiction and essays have appeared in Philadelphia Stories, Jersey Devil Press, Cobalt
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Seasoned Abandon
In addition to a twenty-year career as a web applications developer, Alan McCoy holds a BFA from East Carolina University and is the author of
I Was Once the Writer Kelly Davio
by Kelly Davio I’m pretty good at falling. Over the past few years of living with a progressive neuromuscular disease, I’ve learned how to come
The Waiting Room by Kelly Davio
Kelly Davio is the Poetry Editor of Tahoma Literary Review. She is the author of the poetry collection Burn This House, (Red Hen Press, 2013) and the co-editor of
Appalachia
“Homes aren’t always about origins, so much as they are about the place you return to know yourself.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
Have You Heard the One about the Bookseller and the Farmer’s Daughter? or “Hello, Would You Marry Me?”
by Corey Mesler “When there is food on the table, when the candles are lit, when you wash the dishes together and put the child
Family
by Laura Jean Moore Children’s drawings on the refrigerator and piles of laundry in the hall. Dirty shoes. Toy trucks smashing together. Barbie shoes in
Waiting
by Laura Jean Moore I have been waiting. Does it matter for what? For a dream to be fulfilled. Let’s leave it at that. And
The Updike Joke and After
by Corey Mesler It all began at an author’s breakfast at the American Booksellers Association Convention, as it was then called. There were three authors
On Depression and Zombies
by Natanya Ann Pulley The bad boy redneck biker with a heart of gold has to kill his zombie brother (Season 3, Episode 15). It’s not
On Greatness
by Laura Jean Moore Oliver Sacks recently passed away. I was not one of the lucky few who were able to study with him at
Most Ambitious
by Corey Mesler When I was a senior in highschool, back in the days of real music, the staff of the school annual gave out
Whiteness, A Study
by Laura Jean Moore Little white girl lives in Georgia and wants her hair to be curly, and the hairdresser says, we’ll give you a
Let Me Take This Opportunity to Say
by Susan Woodring Dear Student Who, Upon Scrutinizing a Picture of Me from a Few Years Ago, Remarked How Very Like a Stick I Used
A Trip to the Fair
by Corey Mesler The Mid-South Fair has been going on for centuries, certainly back to the days the Druids used Stonehenge for similar recreation. And,
A Fearless Coward
by Antonios Maltezos I’ve never been more fearful in my life, so full of anxiety and worry. Falling asleep every night has become this whole
New York
by Laura Jean Moore Bass and drum pounding behind acoustic guitar and the harmonized voices of three men rise. Outside the sky has cried for
First Love
by Susan Woodring I experienced my very first romantic relationship when I was in the first grade. We were at the swings when it was
Swimming Alone
by Sheryl Monks In her eloquent memoir Swimming Lessons: Life Lessons from the Pool, my mentor Penelope Niven speaks to me anew. Though she passed away
On the Creative Spark
by Corey Mesler I have been asked, from time to time, to say a little something about creativity, or more specifically, how I create as
Faith
by Laura Jean Moore Ill-fitting ecstasy and soothing hymns. The language of Methodism and of God runs through my head like the murmurings of a
String Figures by Joe Mills
A professor at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, Joseph Mills holds an endowed chair, the Susan Burress Wall Distinguished Professorship in
Change: The Subject
Change Seven editors Sheryl Monks and Antonios Maltezos share thoughts on change in their lives and invite you to share yours. Read All Columns by Sheryl
I’m Sorry, But I’m Not Sorry
by Susan Woodring I come from a family of reluctant apologizers. Somehow, though, I learned how. From a very early age, I apologized. I apologized
American Dreams
by Laura Jean Moore Me in a corner of my own choosing at the coffee shop down the street. It is spring now, and I
Stargazing and Other Miracles
by Susan Woodring Many months ago, I helped my mother-in-law heft a giant purple suitcase down two flights of stairs at her apartment complex at
Body Talk
by Laura Jean Moore I want to talk about bodies. About how different these words are: Invisible Man “I am a man of substance, of
How to Dance Like a Writer
by Susan Woodring First deny everything. You are not a writer. You are not a dancer. You are not, in fact, dancing. You have never
On Calling Myself a Poet
by Corey Mesler I wrote my first poem in 4th grade, a re-wording (read plagiarism) of “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.” The teacher made
Habits, Simple and Austere
by Laura Jean Moore I have been reading the poems of Pablo Neruda in translation. They are beautiful, but my experience of them is one
Sympathy for Lead, Or: Oh, How I Hate the Alchemists
by Susan Woodring I have a lot of sympathy for lead. In the days of alchemy, it was considered a base metal and, for many
Susan Woodring
Susan Woodring is the author of the novel, Goliath (St. Martin’s Press, 2012) and a short story collection, Springtime on Mars (Press 53, 2008). Her short fiction has
Corey Mesler
Corey Mesler has published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Good Poems American Places, and Esquire/Narrative. He has published 8 novels, 4 short
Why Iris Murdoch?
by Corey Mesler I am often asked (well, as often as people talk to me and think I might have something interesting to say) who
Laura Jean Moore
Laura Jean Moore’s poetry, essays, and stories have been featured in VICE, [PANK], the EEEL, FLUX WEEKLY, ENTROPY, the Brooklyn Rail, Corium, the Cobalt Review,
On Love
It is embarrassing to write about love. Love is one of those subjects that can make people roll their eyes, as though any mention of the subject invites saccharine swooning or exaggerated romance. To be a serious writer, you are supposed to write about violence and identity, maybe history and the hollowness of lust. Hell, Henry Miller made a whole career out of cunts and coffee. Write about love, though, and you tempt being dismissed as an amateur outright. But love is the favorite subject of many writers’ first words because it is the first and deepest felt passion, not because it isn’t serious. Still I think: tread carefully here. Much has come before.
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