Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Two Mem­o­ries Accom­pa­ny­ing a Drown­ing Poetry By Nathan Erwin After, I kept for­get­ting – the color of my mother’s hair, the sound of the ocean, falling down the embank­ment. I do remem­ber sitting on the damp…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Gaslight­ing the Goose Poetry By Pamela Wax Con­sid­er how having a uterus made one suspect, how the Egyp­tians com­pared the womb to a beast besieg­ing the female body; how the Greeks pre­scribed wine and orgies; Freud, mar­riage. How…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sinter Poetry By Leath Tonino he saw, after she had died, the source of great­est sorrow: they had not sung togeth­er.   they had sung, they had sung, but not enough.   saw it clear, like…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Cres­cent Shaped Dents in the Palms of My Hands Poetry By Bonnie Markows­ki christ­mas morning, 1968   1. Irish coffee at dinner. The aroma of roasted beans can’t mask   that smell that smell   whiskey …

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sand­piper Poetry By Adriana Stimola I saw a sand­piper trace the place the sea rubs her belly on January sand. Only, this bird, it was missing a foot, so I stared, hard enough for tears to come, then looked…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sir, Ma’am, Sorry Cre­ative Non-Fiction By Cass Peter­son I step up to the counter at the café to order. The young man behind the counter says with cheer, What can I get you this morning, Sir?…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Trouble Child Fiction By Emily Brown There was a priest at the door. He was young and jubi­lant. His hair was close-cut to his head, which struck Roman as odd because most of the priests he’d seen…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Cloud Seeding Cre­ative Non-Fiction By Sandra Carlson Khalil In Dubai, we are not allowed to gather in protest. We are not allowed to display a foreign flag, so two weeks after the fight­ing begins, my children…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Fingers, Penny, Pocket Fiction By Calla Orion a.) She is Fingers. Actual fingers. Bending at the knuckle to grasp a penny on the con­crete; lifting back up. Penny shines in the light. It is midday. Wealth hits…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Thun­der­bird Bou­tique Fiction By Zac Walsh Jimmy grabs his shit like it’s an evac­u­a­tion and stuffs it in the nearest bag. Shirt, boxers, socks, Gravity’s Rainbow, tooth­brush, and small body spray, the brand that brings in the…