Editor – TJ Martinson
T.j. Martinson is a graduate student at Eastern Illinois University, earning a Master’s in Literary Studies with an emphasis in Creative Writing. His stories have been published in Heavy Feather Review, Bartleby Snopes, Pithead Chapel, The Milo Review, HEART Journal, The Magill Review, The Penwood Review, and others. He also reads submissions for both PANK and Bluestem.
Poetry Editor – Steve Nathaniel
Steve Nathaniel is a graduate student at Eastern Illinois University, earning a Master’s in Literary Studies. He also reads for poetry Bluestem.
Editorial Assistant – Hannah Osbourne
Editorial Assistant – Abraham Haile
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