Why Visual Identity Matters More Than Ever in the AI Content Era by Art Meder I’m a Chicago-based visual artist working primarily with street photography and short-form video. My work focuses on capturing the city through a r […]

Names by Esther Sadoff Cottonwood trees are producing more fluff. I am jealous of things so aptly named. The verb take can be a phrasal verb with so many […]

By Shirley's Side by Peter Wallace The sixty-year-old woman is sleeping at the moment, so I sit on a worn brown couch in the family waiting room down the hall from Shirley. It’s not t […]

Feeding Horses and Other Things by Billie Hinton When she walks out to the barn for the evening feed, what she notices first is how dark it is already, and how, with the darkness, a stillness sets […]

Fine Art and Craftsman Alan Box Levine “I’m always having a conversation with myself between art and craft. Art is for the heart and craft for the wallet,” says fine artist and fine craft […]

The Second Christmas by Mary Trvalik I missed my son’s voice this Christmas. Of all of us, Steven’s voice was the deepest. And that includes all the voices of our best-entire-family fri […]

Walnuts by Sharon Perkins Ackerman They’re the last to disappear, along with hickory, spicing the ground from mid-autumn through December. I stumble over carpets of the fermenting h […]

Cheesecake by Con Chapman Mark didn’t want to go to Jackie and Jonathan’s—he had too much studying to do before the end of the semester—but Marci insisted. “You can’t stu […]

Ho Ho Streetlight by Trudy Hale The season of Christmas swoops in, ahead of me and my best intentions. I’ll never be a person who has all the family and friends crossed off the l […]

Away Games by E. H. Jacobs I inhaled the soot-sotted grime of New York’s summer, exhaled your scent: lavender and rose. Let me explain, because you had gone to Yankee S […]

What is Happening?!? by Emily Littlewood I used to laugh at my husband and call him old man (he’s nine years older) when he would reminisce on his childhood, and how much better it was than c […]

Puppet and Master by Karris Rae   X/@/20X÷ Today the puppeteer cut my strings. Then he left without a word. It feels strange to move my arms on my own. I opened every plastic p […]

Hand Dancing in a 45 Speed Zone by Richard Allen Taylor There is a hand dangling from the driver’s window of the car ahead, a sight seen less often on hot days like this, when most folks crank up the A […]

The Weight of Words by Fred Wilbur A few years ago, a friend of mine was compelled to downsize as she moved from her cottage and asked if I would relieve her of a large dictionary and […]

One Small Gift by Anne Merritt I learned how mean boys could be on the school bus during my first week of third grade. It was the first year my sister, in kindergarten, was riding […]

The Things of This World by Michael Blanchard More than one has said it: that love is of this world only the world of a willow reaching for a river as the river goes its way and of a […]

Complicity—A True Fiction Of Now by Erika Raskin Lissy is already dressed, her dolls arranged next to the bed in the space that is sometimes a boat, sometimes a park, and often a doctor’s office. T […]

At the Buffalo Roundup by Kristin Laurel The buffalo are gone And those who saw the Buffalo are gone~ Carl Sandburg I. The sun rose and spread her long fingers of light onto the […]

Grater by Debby Mayer   “There’s something you should know,” was how he would put it. He would say this while she was doing something else—years later, in a Solana B […]

New Photography by Kate Salvi                         “I choose to take photos because I liked the idea of being able to stop time for a mo […]