Célèste lives with her husband and their cat in Cincinnati. Her work has been published in Gravel, Short Vine, and several indie-press anthologies. He earned his MFA at Augsburg University in Minneapolis and currently resides in Eau Claire, WI.Ĭélèste Fohl holds a BA in creative writing with a poetry focus from the University of Cincinnati and is pursuing her MFA in the nonfiction program at Lesley University. He serves as editor of the regional literary journal Barstow & Grand, and fiction reader for Split Lip Magazine. For full lists of publications and commendations, visit .Įric Rasmussen has placed short fiction in Fugue, Sundog Lit, Gulf Stream, Black Fox Literary, and South Carolina Review, among others. His full length collection “Women of Consequence” will be released in 2019 by Regal House Publishing also scheduled for publication in 2019 is a short collection, “Turnpike,” winner of the Gambling the Aisle Chapbook Prize. His stories have earned six Pushcart Prize nominations and have won awards sponsored by descant, Solstice, the Rubery Book Awards, Gulf Stream, New South, and Emrys Journal. Nearly eighty of Gregory’s short stories have been published or are forthcoming in journals such as Glimmer Train, The Georgia Review, descant, The Florida Review, The Pinch, Post Road, Nashville Review, A-Minor Magazine, Yemassee, The Baltimore Review, The Los Angeles Review, PANK, Superstition Review, Tahoma Literary Review, and Thrice Fiction. For an explanation of the Hebrew words in this prayer that are featured in the art, see the teaching of R’ Avraham Danzig of Vilna.Meet the contributors of upcoming Issue 250 The papercut art incorporates the words of the Vidui, a Yom Kippur prayer of confession. Next year we will see a new world to be created.

Next year we will make do with what is given. We could not find a speed at which to rebuild. We sinned in trying to do what was right. We sinned in trying to do it the right way. We overachieved very small goals. We fell short because we could not save what we loved. We sinned with our feet, hands, and tongues. We were quick to jump back in the saddle. We placed faith where it was not due. We gratuitously lied that we had faith so that we could pray. Then we asked for help when it was too late. We did not ask for help when it was still possible.

We felt the river at its strongest depths. We shouted to feel in control of others. We kept silence to feel in control of ourselves.

Painting Dragons by Tucker Lieberman