Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Not the Tulips I Was Expect­ing Fiction By Jessica Klimesh In late October, I plant the bulbs, exca­vat­ing dirt with my trowel. Soil, my mom cor­rects me, not dirt. She watches, bundled in blan­kets, from her…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Pre­ex­ist­ing Con­di­tion Dra­mat­ic Works By Charles Hertz CAST OF CHARACTERS  JOCELYN Jocelyn Sheavis, age 35. Talent Acqui­si­tion pro­fes­sion­al, R&W Quanti-Systems.  LYDIA Lydia Tawellent, age 25, but looks even younger. Job appli­cant.  SUIT Cor­po­rate Secu­ri­ty Exec­u­tive, age 45.…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA On Voice: Writing In a Time of Fear Cre­ative Non-Fiction By Tina Carson An earlier version of this essay orig­i­nal­ly appeared on Tina’s sub­stack under the title Ugly Algo­rithms: Another Thing Being Tina Taught Me.     The purpose of…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sydney Lea: Cham­pi­on of the Maine Sto­ry­telling Tra­di­tionA Con­ver­sa­tion with Susan Conley Cre­ative Non-Fiction Sydney Lea speaks with Susan Conley Susan: It’s been so good to connect thirty-four years after we last talked poetry at Middlebury…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA reader, i’m sorry if this image is now yours to carry too Poetry By BEE LB my mother’s on the phone with my brother who said he wrote me a letter but didn’t. i told her to ask…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA We Know That Our Emper­ors Are Naked*A Double Sonnet of Sorts Poetry By Mary Rohrer-Dann Full moon. High tide. High seas. Pacific sweeps  across the 101, laps the dunes,  forces our patio dining indoors  where waves slam the plate-glass…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sixteen Steps to Eating a Potato Cre­ative Non-Fiction By Shawna Ervin 1 Choose a tray—red, orange, green, or blue. Notice the scratch­es. Grab a plastic plate, a napkin, sil­ver­ware still warm.    2 Notice the leaves on trees…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Dear Moranda Smith Poetry By Richard Hamil­ton The last fretful hour mending poems.   It is my job to see a blade of grass, a blade of blood working beneath  the Warhol Museum. The Warho­las, after all,…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA The Rio Grande Poetry By Lizeth De La Luz Under water you are still an iri­des­cent trace of  corners pealed    sunbeam and sunset  stay with us  soul and dust     whisper of flame in hand you bloom  (________)    in…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA We Are Raw Poetry By Rishona Michael We steal four filet mignons for every workday of the week. Except Sunday we eat out, order Chicken Adobo, and I worry about one day no longer loving you. Most…