Three poems by Helen McClory

between / credit: deThirty-Five All I want now myself only is to Wear kimonos with velvet Bralets, high-waisted velvet knickers The colour, close enough, of my skin Sit by windows, smoke cigarettes On long bone-handled Holders, and to die Whisper it into a jar Leave it there to ferment Spit and air make alcohol enough…

Two poems by Alex Gallo-Brown

november crabpots / credit: emThe Normal Ways In the morning her mom is gone and it is just me watching her tip an empty espresso cup to her lips or fuss with a bottle of the spiciest hot sauce on Beacon Hill. There is nowhere I would rather be than here with my daughter spitting…

The Baby in the Air

The woman did not survive but the child did. Her fall was cushioned by the body of her godmother, who hit the pavement first. He had first seen the photographs while in college, in a class called Media and Memory or something very like it. It fulfilled his second history requirement. He chose it instead…

Six paintings by Judith Skillman • Empty Mirror

Judith Skillman About Judith SkillmanJudith Skillman paints expressionist works in oil on canvas. She is interested in feelings engendered by the natural world. Her art has appeared in journals such as Windmill (The Hofstra Journal of Literature and Art), Artemis, and The Penn Review. Skillman has studied at McDaniel College, the Pratt Fine Arts Center…

An Interview with Sarah Trembath • Empty Mirror

I first heard Sarah Trembath speak at a literary conference in Arlington, VA. I was new to the literary world, and this particular panel was focused on the different ways to publish long-form work. Successful authors discussed large publishing houses and advances, and the collaborative (or not-so-collaborative) processes of editing and choosing cover illustrations. In…