Read the winning piece of our 2025 Nonfiction Contest “Through the Mirror” by Jessie Cato selected by Lucy Ives.

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May 1, 2018

The Cure

By Alice Notley

You start and then you make rules for yourself grad- ually  It is predicament same how to live but why  Animal habitudes so complex or am I an un- inherited […]

May 1, 2018

Morbid Florilegia (Part I)

By Sylvia Legris

flourish, the fanfare, the febrifugic feverfew. An oleaginous emplastrum—with horehound leaf, olive over olive, the oily parts, the dry. An antidote for the unblessed, the blistering, the dourly flowering flora, […]

May 1, 2018

Two Autumns, Saint Louis

By Dana Levin

Now do you know where you are?    —C. D. Wright Calvary Cemetery Driving up Union to get there, all the yard signs saying, We Must Stop Killing Each Other— A […]

May 1, 2018

Garden

By Bruce Smith

I walked in the romantic garden and I walked in the garden of ruin. I walked in the green-skinned, black-skinned garden of Osiris who was ripped to pieces and reformed […]

May 1, 2018

Morbid Florilegia (Part II)

By Sylvia Legris

1st: Confirm the morphological integrity of the garden body. Safe-vouched, the plant-pressed organ herbarium unshelved (forget the blood and hairy root saw, the skin under its nails garden claw—weaselly with […]

May 1, 2018

Polluted

By Alice Notley

it's so polluted  so more and more polluted and hot  Remember the year 2006 it was in the '70s at my birthday in November  we saw a flock of parakeets […]

May 1, 2018

The Understory

By Marsha de la O

Through this window, the way she is without me in the sycamore, fox squirrel descending to the understory, quick and timorous, deep of eye, small muscled forepaws.    Past morning now […]

May 1, 2018

Apocalypto w/ Aquaria

By Tess Taylor

Touching an urchin in the reflecting pool: Bennett says salt! Urchin: I say, anemone. Each day Bennett sings new syllables. Anemone alemony amelony a melody— We watch jellyfish: volutes in […]

May 1, 2018

Habitat Exchange

By Tess Taylor

Calmada, Calmosa, California, Mar Vista, Ocean View: In duplicate languages street names proffer synonymous peace. The billboard offers "affordable luxury" — but the building is derelict no ocean view no […]

May 1, 2018

A Grove of Trees

By Marsha de la O

The old women knew the men were police before I did, waiting for a bus when Vice surrounded me all dressed alike, as though plainclothes had only one meaning, of […]