Alas Poor Fhoul by Gyasi Hall BWR 47.2 Nonfiction Contest runner-up I. BEFORE Two summers ago, Otterbein University, my undergrad, gave me five hundred dollars to travel to Alabama to visit the Richard Hail Research Center for African American Studies. Toni Morrison,...
Third by Katherine Yeejin Hur BWR 47.2 Nonfiction Contest winner I. Allegro ma non tanto I have always seen things in threes. 27 is my number, and though I don’t know if it is lucky, I know that it is mine. Three to the power of three. I am in my third year of college...
Vanitas Vanitatum by torrin a. greathouse BWR 47.2 Poetry Contest runner-up “The politics of cum are also its aesthetics” —Bradley Trumpfheller I was called a pansy before I was ever called a faggot. Flower-child. Wilted wrist. The Bradford Pear [pyrus...
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...
