Two Poems by Shannon Cuthbert
And all the gray places / We never before breathed into being.
Photographs by Natalie Davey
I realized that this photo series reminds us not of where to escape to but the where and the how to return to.
I’m One of Those Rock Collection Kids, by Natalie Davey
Today was the first day it really felt like spring, but spring doesn’t carry quite the same relief as it usually does
Three Poems by Gavin Duncan
A collection of dreamy poems
Poetry by Audrey Fatone
and I want the fossils of us to live in the rock long after we die / after the great great grandchildren of our generation die
Three Poems by Charlotte Friedman
I want to go back to the crush close push press / of unfamiliar bodies, sweat stink and soft punch / of day-old powdery perfume
Photographs by Kari A. Guilbault
The images display a disintegration of form communicating a passage of time and resemble painful bodily experiences.
Photographs by Gillian Hall
Photographs
The Liminality of Mr. Movies by Jamie Hudalla
It smells like damp popcorn inside and a chunky TV tilts off the left wall
An Obituary for the Land by Kateri Kramer
For months now, when I walk down to my car in the early mornings, it is coated in a thin blanket of ash
Three Poems by Steve Lang
As, scrabbling tragically he slides / Into breathless air, so thin, to land / With an unechoed thud, instant husk,
Photographs by Silven Liu
The extreme cold and the snow on the highway nearly killed us, but we were lucky to see beautiful things that many people have never seen.
Three Poems by Mercedes Lawry
Everyone was hungry. Everyone / pulled their arms and legs tight against / themselves, feeble cocoons.
Poetry by Christopher Linforth
What can I offer this strange creature whose / slowed heartbeat is the opposite of mine?
Photographs by Matthew McGlennen
I love the ambiguity of unravel - it can represent destruction, just as it can represent cleansing. It can speak to the unrelenting forces beyond our control, or the simple, deliberate act of undoing.
Photographs by Courtney Rile
On the shoreline, there is a constant battle for sovereignty. These images explore the effects of Hurricane Sandy and reconstruction efforts within the landscape over time.
Fireworks on the Moon by Kristina Saccone
The moon was an achievement for all of us. It was also a dimly lit, grey place, where revelry was what we made of it.
Poetry by Tracy Sallows
Belongings dispersed and distributed / Are treasures in some other troves
Five Poems by Sophie Strand
Lately, the coffee has been strong, the friends / plentiful as maple keys spinning on the breeze
Five Poems by Aubree Tillett
One hour a day I trade / an urban jungle for a garden / bed where compost soil rests
Reunion on the St. Joe by Chelsey J. Waters
She glances downstream toward a big evergreen—a white pine, maybe?
A Typical Week of Rural Disquiet by Chila Woychik
Oh, hello. You must be new here. First off, Iowa is weather and corn.
An Interview with Karen Garthe
I remember coming out of the anesthesia, drifting back from wherever it is you go, back to consciousness. I looked at my mother and said “Now, will you tell me why we’re here?”
Two Poems by Carol V. Davis
The scientist invited me to her work, greeted me / on the icy sidewalk to usher me past guards stomping
Two Poems by Chris Holdaway
Longing for what it already had; yea, the rain / Should have replaced the air one-for-one,