The Visitby Jennifer CieBWR 47.2 Fiction Contest ruuner-upSoft 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 Consequenceby Kelsey Norrisfrom BWR 47.2To 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...

In Which Ms. Swan Suffers Clarity by Elaine Hsieh Chou BWR 47.2 Flash Contest winner     Ms. Swan ends up in situations without knowing how she got in them. She is at a Starbucks, she is at an ATM, the DMV, a candy store. Each time, she materializes from...

Midnight Saturn Bass Note Afterword to A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasureby Hoa Nguyenfrom BWR 47.1I set out to write A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure years ago. Decades, really. Writing this, I’m wondering if it is as simple as that sentence I have said...