Dear Reader, Welcome to the first-ever online edition of Black Warrior Review. We are so pleased to meet you here, and it is with thanks to incredible readers, writers, and artists like you that we continue to exist. In our call for submissions, we asked you to...
Survival Town, USA Stephanie Lane Sutton In the desert, the scientists had doll houses. They parked cars in the driveways. They stuffed the cabinets with spam and deviled ham. They placed a hundred mother dolls. The mothers were serving dinner, watching...
Drownings Carlea Holl-Jensen Bodies are drifting down from above. They float slowly through the darkening expanse, backlit shapes against the distant blue. We go in groups to watch them. We’ve seen them before in ones and twos, but all...
The Silent People Aysegul Savas They awoke as if this were the first time, as if this were eternity. They awoke to hear the murmur, just out of their sight. The sound of doors, opening and closing, and the sound of feet, dispersing all along the...
Finishing School Emma Bolden Couldn’t sugar. Couldn’t sweet right. Couldn’t rat- comb, couldn’t tease the boys with a belt and a bra, Madonna coned. Couldn’t talk lady. Couldn’t coo. Couldn’t bless the heart of Jesus till he bleached...