Inheritances by Bliss Goldstein

Inheritances My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will. Do you want me to read you what she said? His phone voice...

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Two Poems by Reuben Jackson

Long Distance Love A friend sendsA picture of three chickensStanding in a kind ofFormationOn a road whereThe snow has begunTo retreat FunnyI tell herI was singing...

Joan, Bob and Ginsberg by Anant Dhavale

Joan, Bob, and Ginsberg If you had known Joan and Bob you would have said they were such crazies - her hauntingly beautiful voice his wildly cataclysmic fantasies...

Brain Teaser: Nerd Comedian Dhaya Lakshminarayanan by Amy Char

Theater Comedian Dhaya Lakshminarayanan was once accidentally lodged in former president Bill Clinton's cleavage. "I shook his hand and then someone behind me pushed me so I kind of ended up in his man boobs — this was big Bill Clinton — and I got sort of squished in there,"

From Let The Wind Push Us Across by Jane Schapiro

Tent Sometimes in the morning, before opening my eyes, I dream of our tent, that tiny green dome. From behind its walls thin as skin, I hear birds, leaves, a brush...

C’mon C’mon is a heart-wrenching portrayal of the fleeting nature of childhood by Thais Carron

This article is a finalist in the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition. By Thais Carrion  Director...

Two Poems by j. lewis

new chairs i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs chairs that had lastedfar beyond...

That Familiar Comfort by Donald Krieger

This poem is part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...

Diane Arbus and her box of ten photographs by Gabriel Falk

This article is the winner of the 2018 DC Student Arts Journalism Challenge. In her brief 12-year career (from her first contracts in 1959 to...

Two Poems by Charleigh Triaga

Phone Call: Grams, On Her Ex-Fiancé He’d show to work an hour late. Never have any money to go out and go anywhere. I always...

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