New Writing
- Amphibian Summer
Meg Caddy
“Charlie hurtles past me and flings himself, long-limbed, though the air. He is a spider, then a brown frog as he plunges deep beneath the oily skin of the river…” - Night Sessions
Brendan Murray
“She loves the rain. She loves the way it makes the black asphalt sparkle under the street lamps. The way her hair falls when it’s wet…” - The Man in the Moon
Ashleigh Mounser
“Last night I dreamt the man in the moon planted a dandelion inside my lungs. He covered the seed over with soil, and in the morning I breathed petals onto the pillow…” - The Patron Saint of Fools
Gabrielle Sing
“It was a strange thing, to dig in a land where the skin-prickling sun and relentless dry wind had leeched all moisture from the earth, leaving an endless expanse of baked clay…” - The Roads Taken
Blake Curran
“I see her again, dawdling behind a truck. I hate the trucks, preferring to stay in the second or third lane…” - The Social Network: Everyone’s new Big Brother?
Angelina Jeyarajah
“Paralleling the futuristic fear that Orwell highlighted in his novel, the growth of the Internet showcases just how intently a desire for the control of information…” - The Woman
Maddie Bradford
“As the woman outstretched her hand, inches away from the slippery meat, 40,000 people held their breath in awe…”