Editor – Hannah R. Green
Hannah R. Green is an English graduate student in literature with a creative writing emphasis. She is a fiction writer and occasional poet with her work having appeared in both print and online.
Managing Editor – David Busboom
David Busboom was born and lives in Central Illinois, where he pursues a BA in English (with a double minor in Creative and Professional Writing) at Eastern Illinois University. His fiction has appeared in Shock Totem.
Associate Editor – Ashley Holstrom
Ashley Holstrom is a senior English major at Eastern Illinois University. She does stuff to newspapers and likes to read, whistle, and tweet in her spare time.
Faculty Advisor – Lania Knight
Dr. Lania Knight is an Assistant Professor at Eastern Illinois University, where she teaches English and creative writing. She has a PhD in English and Creative Writing from the University of Missouri. Her first book, Three Cubic Feet, is a 2012 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Debut Fiction. Her stories and essays have been recently published or are forthcoming in Fourth Genre, The Missouri Review, Literary Mama, New Stories from the Midwest, PANK, Jabberwock Review, and elsewhere. Read more about her at www.laniaknight.com.
Image by Katie LaDew
Four weeks since I have
seen you. These weeks that may
as well been years.
I can remember this past summer when we first met.
Who knew that spark could ignite a fire? Continue reading
Not too long ago, I found a toothpick in my cot. Again. I turned my whole cot upside-down and watched crumbs float out. Chocolate wafer crumbs. They reminded me of thin-mints, the kind the little girls in sashes and pigtails sell door-to-door when the snow melts. Continue reading
Lisa lay on the sofa, crying for a long time. Was this her fault? Had she given him some sign? Encouraged him in some way? It was true she had thought he was cute. Did he sense that and take it as some kind of an invitation to do what he did?
No one had asked Lisa if she wanted to go to Utica and live with complete strangers for the Continue reading
Natural Instinctive State
The heat of love
sometimes burns my fingers
and I pull them back.
It is not always easy Continue reading
Just one word, a phrase or two,
Something simple, or something new.
I left all my plight in a place far away.
The clamor of the city and its mighty bray. Continue reading
Dad painted the house for hours.
I watched him climb his ladder each day,
long arms and brush working together
to reach each corner and crevice.
He’d researched Victorian colors, Continue reading
Hearing Dog Language
Sometimes you learn more
Sometimes you learn more
by hearing only a little bit. Continue reading