flashback by Jody Chan BWR 47.2 Poetry Contest winner home. clouded recollections, neighbours silent as a blown fuse. houses in a blank-eyed row. I’m always six when I lie here, inhaling dust from a time I can’t remember. dad smoking downstairs, the scent of rice...
The Visit by Jennifer Cie BWR 47.2 Fiction Contest ruuner-up Soft snores and the glare of headlights from across the margin buoyed the sound of waves sloshing along the plastic walls of the canisters in the trunk. We left Brooklyn at four-thirty in the afternoon. Hand...
Community by Rachel Julia Engler BWR 47.2 Fiction Contest winner When I first moved there, I got involved with a group of trepanners. If you felt any stress, any sadness, you’d get to drilling. Let some air in, and out. It was a bloody business. Eventually, I drifted...
Such Great Height and Consequence by Kelsey Norris from BWR 47.2 To be clear, the statue came down for its own protection. Not because the lawmakers and politicians and folks at city hall finally grew themselves a conscience. Not because they wanted a new chapter...
bootleg self-help demos by marcus scott williams in my meadow upstairs, i build symphonies sampling the secured-beeping of car alarms that rise around me and Lu w each parked car we pass. that is exactly the type of place Austin Texas is. i arrive at the origin story...
