Jamie Iredell

Dynamite

The summer they began construction on the Resort at Squaw Creek the walls shuddered with each explosion. Grandpa said they used dynamite to fell the trees. A chopper choppered them out somewhere where I’m sure they were cut up and used to build the exact hotel they had died for. [...]

Rebekah Lopata

On Cleveland Ave

It is 2 a.m. and his body makes only a soft thud as it hits the bumper. A sound like a heavy suitcase being tossed into a car trunk, followed by a squeal of brakes. The car stops. The engine idles and the keys dance back and forth [...]

Tracey Rose

Swing Low

I’m one monitor down and a hair’s breadth from the crazy. Sometimes, it takes every ounce of good sense I have not to cover every speaker hole and slot in the token booth for fear of it seeping in. There’s always at least three per nightshift, but the overtime [...]

Joe Wilkins

I Go Out and Bring In Bones

Everyone does, no one questions it:
thin white walls of skull, hip’s thick
whorl. Grass cracks
beneath my steps,

I say it sounds like bones. See,
I name things to know
I matter: Dust
Creek, Bone Hollow. The wind I call

Unforgiving. You are the wind
that pulls the smell of rot from [...]