The Literary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA
Stonecoast Review The Literary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Silent Night Creative Non-Fiction By Ariel Ambers I know what a church pew feels like; to sit on, to touch, to be watched by. I know that even the most comfortable of pews can feel cold. Just…
Stonecoast Review The Literary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA A Marriage is a Story We Tell and Keep Telling Dramatic Works By This story originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Support local booksellers and independent publishers by ordering a print copy of the magazine.…
Stonecoast Review The Literary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Defining the Third Element & Philoselene Poetry This poem originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Support local booksellers and independent publishers by ordering a print copy of the magazine. By M.E. Silverman…
Resonance Poetry By Mela Blust 1. a nuthatch brings his wife to the potted bleeding hearts my mother gave me. it hangs on the front porch, vibrant red blooms beside the glass door. i watch in wonder as they prepare the nest so close to the…
Plague Diary — Week XI Poetry By Finola Cahill I cook fresh artichoke—a head boiled bald,butter melted in the day’s bragging heat.The garlic bathes, my teeth glean flesh from eachearry lobe of bract, skin spit back to bin.The choke is lonely. I leave it that way,just…
Bosc Poetry By Leslie Miller When sunlight falls on the pearit becomes the meal of a long dead woman with heavy sleeves and small dog. Smoke from her chimney billows across the roof, and the wind presses rags of it closeto the ground like the…
Waiting For Gilbert Dramatic Works By Kelly Pettyjohn Setting A typical living room in a suburban house. There is a large window next to the front door. A sickly house plant is in a pot on the floor next to a couch. Time Late afternoon. Characters Astral,…
Oyster City Under Water Fiction By Madison Garber Morning dawns gunwale gray and wet in Oyster City. The hurricane, first a roar in the night, then a howl, now a whisper of sea spray over the coast, barrels farther inland.…
Things I Wanted to Say are Locked Behind the Uvula Creative Non-Fiction By Juheon Rhee So when I didn’t say the things I wanted to say, I had hoped you would know. Do you remember? You’ll shake your head. We’ve become…
Three Poems by Jonathan Diaz Poetry By Jonathan Diaz Vision: October 15, 2022 Having seen the smoke piling above the parking lot and the flames coiled around the cars the firefighters instructing the crowd to move any vehicles not actively on fire I…