I’m breaking out of this hell I called home. I will not sit in this rancid, rotten underground dome. I’m showing no mercy to my tormentors, no, the demons who killed me, who broke me to my bones. I’m taking over this dungeon, I’m holding on to hope— to renewed dreams— and I’m…
Serial – Little River – Chapter 12
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. “Well, look who’s here!” Josiah Jackson called out from his seat on his father’s porch swing. Abigail pressed her sweaty palms against her blue jeans, and called back, “Where is everybody?” Josiah spit a stream of dark liquid into an empty Mountain Dew…
Book Review – What We Lose
What We Lose by Zinzi Clemmons What We Lose by Zinzi Clemmons is a novel written in first person. Thandi, the narrator, talks to us of the pain of being who she is, as the daughter of a Coloured South African mother and an African American father, as a black girl growing up in a mostly…
The Little Things – Microwork
How to Attract Birds to Your Yard Your hair should be neat and freshly washed. You should be reading a recommended book and the book should open its wings as the world changes. Locate that book. Amy Newman is the author of five collections of poetry, most recently On This Day in Poetry History. Her poems…
A Word from the Editor
I am so excited today to announce the release of our first annual anthology Raising Her Voice! Included in the anthology are both some of the best work we received in 2017 and also new and unpublished work, including the winners of our 2017 writing competitions. There are essays, short stories, and poetry by twenty-one women…
Issue 5.4 – Nonfiction
Once, while my senior English students were discussing whether or not Ophelia and Hamlet “did the deed” our discussion turned toward questions of rape. I was shocked to hear a number of my male students express their belief that a girl who dresses provocatively or gets drunk “has it coming”. I was equally shocked to…
Issue 5.4 – Fiction
His birth name was Brandon Karlsson, but he went by Strom, this was his grandmother’s surname. People imagined that it was part of his work, his rejection of masculinity. His longing for the female. The mother. The grandmother. The womb. He painted a lot of small, oval-shaped doorways. Exotic street foods, Cuban empanadas, cut down…
Issue 5.4 – Poetry
We shouldn’t tell him that she sold her eggs when she was twenty for a thousand bucks to get milk for her newborn baby. Her baby is 9 now. Don’t tell him she’s trying to raise her baby all by herself. Don’t tell him she doesn’t and didn’t need anyone. Don’t tell him she was…
Serial – Little River – Chapter 11
* New to Little River or behind in reading? Find all the previous chapters here. “Jonathan?” Titus was surprised to find his brother standing on his doorstep. “Hey.” Jonathan had both hands plunged into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He hadn’t shaved in days. Titus stepped back to let his brother come into the house, and…
Book Review – My Antonia
Willa Cather’s powerful novel offers with each read a freshness and colorful view of life, tolerance, and feminine existence; this review by Sangeetha Bharath intends to pay homage to the tale on its 100th anniversary, addressing its delicate complexities without revealing too much of the story. My Ántonia by Willa Cather I did not grow up…
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