Written by: Sophie Wallis Buckner Winner of the 2025 Edwin Way Teale Award for Nature Writing The experience of the body as part of the self is a fundamental aspect of self-consciousness. Neuroscientists have recently begun to investigate the neural mechanisms underlying this sense of body ownership. This research…raises fundamental…
Tag: prose
Eleven Things You Don’t Do
Written by: Jenna Ulizio Winner of The Edward R. and Frances Schreiber Collins Literary Prize When you leave, don’t make a sound. Getting out of the Painted Lady is the test. How do you want to be seen in the city tonight? Or, how do you not want to be…
Gretel
Written by: Grace Carver First Place Winner of The Jennie Hackman Memorial Prize for Short Fiction The land was starved. And so, its people starved with it. The winter had been harsh, the fields suffocatingly white and uninhabitable, the hulking evergreens that surrounded the village heavy with ice. Gretel swore…
Cold Water By Catherine Hires (An Excerpt) (2015)
Collins Literary Prize Winner, Prose (2015) Nia was still sleeping when I woke up. She was snoring loudly as I crawled my way down the rickety ladder that supported my lofted bed. I walked past her bed, her open mouth smushed ungracefully against her pillow, and made my way into…
A Tie By Joshua Couvares (2015)
Jennie Hackman Memorial Award for Short Fiction, Third Place (2015) Another shot. Tequila dried onto his knuckles, his fingernails. When he makes a fist, the skin between his fingers sticks together, like his hand’s one ball of flesh and bone. It tastes like an extra-bitter version of Vicks nose spray…
Lights in the Night By Stephanie Mei Koo (2015)
Jennie Hackman Memorial Award for Short Fiction, Second Place (2015) Her bedroom lights haven’t been off for twenty-four years. Oh, it is silly, isn’t it — to be scared of the dark? Yet here she is, shivering in her nightgown, far too tired to go to sleep. She likes to…
Dinosaur Junior By Julie Bartoli (2014)
Jennie Hackman Memorial Award for Short Fiction, Winner (2014) Sid sits on the overhang outside his bedroom window, watching cars. It’s one of those deadbeat summer days, mid-July and steaming. This week the number one song on the radio talks about driving with the windows rolled down, but Sid has…
