We had an overwhelming response to the callout with more than 100 entries. We were staggered by the quality of the submissions received and after much deliberation managed to narrow the list of finalists down to 14.
Read MorePoetry ∙ "Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five”
Read MorePoetry ∙ Visual Art ∙ “The rain falls in ropes.”
Read MoreFiction ∙ "I hold air inside my hand, and I look very closely and try to see what is inside of it."
Read MoreFiction ∙ Video Game ∙ "The Ghost House was on land that used to be an orchard, you're not sure if it's been developed yet but you know it wasn't when you were a kid."
Read MoreFiction ∙ "My company makes a killing sourcing out our sustainable, up-cycled crosses to the federal government."
Read More2 Poems ∙ "Spend my days peeling stickers from glass / My eyes green spies when rash / I am only on call for collision”
Read MoreFiction ∙ "He couldn’t say exactly when he’d had the idea of breaking in, but somewhere he’d been told that spark plugs could break a window without making a sound."
Read MoreFiction ∙ "New variations on the traditional understanding of the universe are explored through a synergistic blend of spaghetti remnants on corrugated picked cat fur."
Read MoreNon-Fiction ∙ "Equality never came."
Read More2 Poems ∙ "I’m excited for all the small things / like wearing a floral dress outside / in the summer for the first time / and I’m not going to let something small / like a penis stop me from being a woman”
Read MoreVisual Art ∙ "ravel rousers"
Read MoreFiction ∙ "A naked woman, metaphor had taught me, was either a weakness or a strength. She might be a panther or a worm, depending on the book that you were reading, but a naked man just was, like a rock pool: as neutral as the Swiss."
Read MoreFiction ∙ "A friend’s father’s moonshine rearranges my insides, makes me vomit up the sun."
Read MorePoetry ∙ "The oldest woman warns me: tell him nothing. She / would know, her lips pulled tight by the gray thread of age.”
Read MorePoetry ∙ "While you mix with your wand hand, call up your preferred real estate blog with the other. Invoke the well-lit corners: the warm and untouched homes of northside, east, west, southside, and Grand Designs.”
Read MoreFiction ∙ "Dear Able-Bodied Nerd, I first suspected something was up when my cybernetic leg braces started playing “These Boots Are Made For Walking” by Nancy Sinatra every 100 steps I took."
Read MorePoetry ∙ "i don’t know the prime factors of 58 008 / but if you hold it upside down, you’ll see / i’ve written boobs on this calculator”
Read MoreFiction ∙ "The plate seems to have acted fairly, unlike my housemates."
Read MoreFiction ∙ "My heart’s encrusted with little wax hexagons crawling with the larvae of 300 past crushes"
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