Dying Business
Posted by Yonder | Apr 19, 2024 | by Hannah McLeod - Winner - Fiction - Spring 2024
Falling. A Lyrical Memoir
Posted by Yonder | Apr 18, 2024 | by Braulio Fonseca - Winner - Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024
1st Place - Poetry
Rising
Are you ready? Take a minute and collect yourself. Sometimes it can feel like a lot to be human...
1st Place - Fiction
Dying Business
by Yonder | Apr 19, 2024 | by Hannah McLeod - Winner - Fiction - Spring 2024
Tuesday morning, Feb. 13, 2024. This is not the first day that no one dies in Ransom County. This...
1st Place - Creative NonFiction
Falling. A Lyrical Memoir
by Yonder | Apr 18, 2024 | by Braulio Fonseca - Winner - Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024
Falling. A Lyrical Memoir
Runner Up - Poetry
A Hollow Tree
by Yonder | Apr 19, 2024 | by Daniel Acocella - 2nd Place - Poetry - Spring 2024 | 0
Standing alone in the heart of the forest A woman found a hollow tree A canopy of leaves and...
Finalist - Poetry
Four Words
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Brian Longacre - Finalist Poetry - Spring 2024 | 0
News mouths spout death tolls like ringside scorekeepers Some blood thousand Israelis to some blood thousand Palestinians as if less dead wins While fork-tongued politicians flick the air for some safewhere between...
Finalist - Poetry
Commanding the Troops at Tilbury
by Yonder | Apr 19, 2024 | by Amelia Allman - Finalist Poetry - Spring 2024
I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman; But I have the heart and stomach of a king. –Queen Elizabeth I I command the English troops—this time from the bathtub. My body floats soft & pale atop the water of...
Finalist - Poetry
If You Sit Quietly Beside the Creek
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Johnny Holloway - Finalist Poetry - Spring 2024
If you sit quietly beside the creek, from its green vantage, the rippled frog peers at you If you sit quietly beside the creek, a splash: you look too late, no fish. If you sit quietly beside the creek, ...
Finalist - Poetry
My Uterus is Attaching Me
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Hannah McLeod - Finalist Poetry - Spring 2024 | 0
After Pelvic Inflammatory Disease Pat Benatar almost got it right — only – my uterus is a battlefield. She is on the prowl, moving in for the kill, screaming like a banshee as she comes for the tender ...
Finalist - Poetry
Slant
by Yonder | Apr 21, 2024 | by Aimee Kling - Finalist Poetry - Spring 2024 | 0
Dripped coffee (drip coffee) on the draperies – the stain will remain a reminder of this mistake. Thank God it wasn’t espresso. His anger is stronger than Gunpowder. The drapes were(n’t) new, thrift store treasure...
Runner Up - Fiction
Stacey
by Yonder | Apr 19, 2024 | by Aimee Kling - 2nd Place - Fiction- Spring 2024 | 0
The air is heavy with the smell of the storm: earthy, damp, sharp. Strange, thin clouds creep over...
Finalist - Fiction
Going to See a Dog About a Man
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by L.M. Hudson - Finalist Fiction - Spring 2024 | 0
Daddy and the man stood by the man’s rusty black pick-up truck at the edge of the driveway. Mama sat in our car while my sister and I sat in the sandy driveway and clung to the spotted dog. Both men looked down at the dog and...
Finalist - Fiction
Holding Water
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Chaz Lilly - Finalist Fiction - Spring 2024 | 0
Her soft sobs, muffled by a handful of handkerchiefs, only amplified the emptiness of the house. Sharpened the cold edges of silence. He needed to be outside to keep his hands and mind busy. He needed to cover her sobs with the...
Finalist - Fiction
DreamWorld
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Sommer Allen - Finalist Fiction - Spring 2024 | 0
I am a daredevil, I have always been a daredevil, when someone tells me not to do something I do the exact opposite. When I was little I was the kid who said “Bloody Mary” 3 times in the bathroom mirror. The one who...
Finalist - Fiction
The Rabbit
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Johnny Holloway - Finalist Fiction - Spring 2024 | 0
I. I squinted up and out over the Toyota four-runner’s hood as it wound up the snowy roadway. The snow had begun as merely a picturesque stippling on the windshield at the base of the mountain. As we began to climb, however, the...
Finalist - Fiction
Tommy Lee’s Legs
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Anna Robertson - Finalist Fiction - Spring 2024 | 0
Sunday was the only day that Tommy Lee had legs. Every other day of the week he had a faded red 1979 Cutlass Supreme coupe, that somebody had outfitted with levers attached to the pedals, so he could drive himself around....
Runner Up - Creative Nonfiction
House of Eyes
by Yonder | Apr 24, 2024 | by Morgan Winstead - 2nd Place - Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024 | 0
Every Sunday until my parents got divorced my Mom, Dad, and I would climb into the car – the...
Finalist - Creative Nonfiction
Beside Myself
by Yonder | Apr 21, 2024 | by Brian Longacre - Finalist Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024 | 0
by Brian Longacre I used to sit beside my mom and watch Golden Girls. I loved being near her when she laughed. She didn’t seem to like laughing because she usually covered her mouth or quickly spoke, saying something like...
Finalist - Creative Nonfiction
Fred’s Place
by Yonder | Apr 21, 2024 | by Johnny Holloway - Finalist Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024 | 0
by Johnny Holloway Some names and dates have been changed to respect privacy. People call Hendersonville “Little Charleston,” and it’s easy to see why. Much like the Vanderbilts, the Sandburgs, the one Kephart – they relish in a...
Finalist - Creative Nonfiction
July 3, 2009
by Yonder | Apr 20, 2024 | by Merritt Newman-Shaw - Finalist Creative Nonfiction - Spring 2024 | 0
It’s 3 am, and there is a full moon. My headlights shine on a sign that says Pinehill Park as I slowly turn into the retirement community. My parents live just three driveways down on the left. I’ve made this drive many...