Birth Smell Before I gave birth, every newborn I smelled was lemon fresh, unknowing seeds cracked open by promise. Glorious lemon, I said, holding a friend’s baby in my arms. Nameless sun. Crisp as wind. * During birth, I lay in the odor of my terror, body emptying itself out, unfurled gut, acid vomit, &... Continue Reading →
We’re thrilled to announce the winners of our 2017 Writing Contest!
Imagine if I talked about it, if I let it loose when people ask after my day, he thinks, if I was true about any of it.
Submissions are now open for the 2017 New South writing contest!
Will the Circuit Be Unbroken? Of course, as long as we play by the rules of a game, then really the game is playing us, and we say no to manipulation and yes to control, but you say we risk alienating our friends, the other players, the rule-followers, but we know better, because we’ve all... Continue Reading →