Poetry by Misty Wycoff A child fell to the ground, stepping instead into the veil of gravity, his hand ripping through the portal and wounding itself. A small tear, a bit of blood, a pinprick, a new experience this wound. Then, this little boy held his whole arm up as if broken, flat out in … Read More

Poetry by Misty Wycoff “Game Time” was the second-place winner in fiction in the 2024 Golden Quill Writing Contest. I often wake with the first line of a poem floating around me, calling, asking if I will come out to play. Just like the neighbor kid who sat on the stoop waiting, no words beyond … Read More

Poetry by L.I. Henley “… last December when we spoke a year ago & has it really been so long? About Chelsea, I’m sorry & there’s no easy way to tell you but she passed she in a fire, an electrical fire in the apartment above her mother’s tea shop She was sleeping & I’d … Read More

Poetry by L.I. Henley 1. I think the answer has just left me, that I had it but spilled the cream, wanting too much at once, something about the always absent word I reach for in a divine moment or how there are nothing but divine moments, beads of cream on the waxy-green tablecloth, or … Read More

Poetry by L.I. Henley “Anatomy of a Train” was the first-place winner in poetry in the 2024 Golden Quill Writing Contest. Borrow this train, he said, my father himself a freight car hulking mind aimed headlong, eye fixed on the rails. Was he talking to me? Sometimes I couldn’t tell— he was always on the … Read More