Blue Takes Over by Emily Hunt blue takes over green gives us the lush yellow lies down violet is so godly chartreuse kills me white is a zero another fleck in the corner taupe lives in fear lilac…
Issue 1
Vo. 7, Winter Letter from the Editor Fiction “His heart is a jackrabbit in his chest.” Kevin Grauke, “Milky” Read » “I looked at Amy Jr. with my Gesture #1, ultimate love.” Ron Burch, “Couple Trades…
Volume no. 7
“The Wild,” Spring 2016: Bonnie Jo Campbell | G. C. Waldrep | Inka & Niclas Lindergård | Kathy Fish | Quinn Grover | Alejandro Gonzalez Iñárritu | G. C. Cunningham | Steven Alvarez | Pixy Liao | Noel Hoffman…
Letter: V7I1
Letter from the Editor Vo. 7, Issue 1 Thank you for reading and making yet another amazing year at Newfound possible. Here are some recent highlights: The latest web issue of the journal is live. Personal favorites include,…
Archives
Archives Volume no. 13 “Communities of Care,” Spring 2022: Jim Ross • Kayla Jessop • Patrick Loafman • Autumn Fourkiller • Charlotte Gross • Kate Cohen • S.K. Brownell • Surnaí Molloy • Aiden Baker • Melissa Llanes Brownlee…
Interviews: Sara Schaff
Love, Love, Love An Interview with Sara Schaff by Karin Cecile Davidson Sara Schaff is the author of the story collections “The Invention of Love” (Split/Lip Press, 2020) and “Say Something Nice About Me” (Augury Books, 2016), a…
Reviews: The Avalanche Path in Summer
Reporting from the Ground A review by Mary Cisper Susan Tichy, “The Avalanche Path in Summer” Ahsahta Press 113 pages, softcover, $18.00 The question is not Does being have meaning, But does meaning have being. What is…
Reviews: Woman Putting on Pearls
How Light and All of Us Get Used: On Jeffrey Bean’s ‘Woman Putting on Pearls’ Reviewed by Brian McKenna Jeffrey Bean, “Woman Putting on Pearls” Red Mountain Press 2017, 76 pages, softcover, $18.95 “We shed as we…
Nonfiction: Warren
Remembering Nature as Hope Julianne Lutz Warren Introduction: Rain’s Hope The issue of hope is a delicate one. As American poet Emily Dickinson put it: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the…