Jessica Rosenblatt

“And sometimes I worried, that the tide would take you away from me, and leave me to cradle my own adolescent, pink palms. But as you promised, you stood anchored in the mounds of silt that lined the seafloor and I tread beside you, forever. We would stand there for a lifetime, each of my piney fingers interlaced in yours…”

Jasmin Wu

“Early mornings were a mouthful of spunky street food flavors and, despite Grandma’s chidings to eat slower, buzzing numbness from burning our tongues (Grandma included, to both of our amusements) on stuffed sticky rice rolls and steamed red bean buns. After wiping the crumbs from our mouths and hands amidst our giggles, she’d clasp my chubby hand tightly in hers and lead me through the waking city.”

Jessica Dooley

“ I’m
So
Sorry

That since the day you were born
You were set up for success

That since the day you could walk
You were on the footpath to fame

That since the day you could talk
You were on the paved path to presidential speeches.”

Bill Fitzgerald

“It is Western North Carolina in 1925, and prohibition is buoyant. It has offered opportunities for former soldiers like me; we can use our understanding of war leviathans to shore up cars so they can be used for transporting. My ford engine is upgraded, the seats have been removed. Two barrels in the back, one in the fake engine. Two hundred gallons total, a prosperous load.”