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Back Home in Old Kentucky – Bailey Vandiver

Kentucky governor Happy Chandler once said Kentuckians are always either coming home or thinking about coming home. On the day that tornadoes devastated my home state, I was longing to be home. It was December 11, 2021, and I woke up in a New York City hotel room to the news that tornadoes had ripped…

COMFORT FOODS // What’s for Dinner? The Friday Night Table in Ashkenazi Culture — Hannah-Clare de Gordun

Through this shared language, seen in the celebration of Shabbat at our round dinner table, we create a “home”, a space of belonging, for a culture that has frequently been forcefully ripped from its physical roots.

ONE POEM – Claire Sosienski Smith

paring knife, won’t use it to make
the pierogi. The potato goes
soft in the microwave,
the onion falls apart
and fries itself.

ONE POEM – Noemi Gunea

I wanted you so much
I started making things up

Scheherazade — Lydia Waites

He studies me for a second before facing the road again, his jaw set. My breath is caught in my throat. I clear it, arranging my thoughts. It was just an outburst, a loss of patience: I am safe.

Fiachaire — Shannen Malone

“We can’t take it all,” her brother had said, tossing memories in a bin bag like kittens for drowning.

ONE POEM – Hideko Sueoka

Bright rays reflect, shape, shake her portrait on the water skin
and it’s broken, burnt, soon gone.

ONE POEM – Bernadette Gallagher

Get some hens
dig up the garden
sow and plant.

ONE POEM — Judith Amanthis

From the yew-dark wool you pulled
over my eyeball,
knit one, maul one,
you made a beam

ONE POEM — Matthew Moniz

But Jesus never saved the birds. A bird
has never sinned. They have no need for grace,
salvation, guilt, contrition, holy words,

ONE POEM — Oliver Sedano-Jones

I walk along the beach; I find a bad thing so beautiful
That now it’s a good thing

ONE POEM — Toby Jackson

But Krakow, why am I in Krakow looking for size eight shoes
following a strolling man with a hand-shaped dent in his hat?