Issue 20

Unsleeping City

Unsleeping City

Unsleep­ing City Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

Shadowstep

Shadowstep

Shad­ow­step Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

Sakura Dryad

Sakura Dryad

Sakura Dryad Visual Art by Jen­nifer S. Lange Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

City Fish

City Fish

City Fish Visual Art by Irina Tall Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

Barn, West Virginia

Barn, West Virginia

Barn, West Vir­ginia Visual Art by Jim Ross Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

A Summer Window

A Summer Window

A Summer Night Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Face­book Enve­lope Link Instagram

Like a Song

Like a Song

Like A Song Poetry By Michael Lauch­lan We were shin­gling in the driz­zle­of another century—I guesswe needed the money—and Mel­called out. He was sliding toward the eaves on the far side­un­til Jerry rose and stretched down­from the peak to pull him back­in­to life. In the time since…

Softly They Fall

Softly They Fall

By Claire O’Halloran
The distant hum of an approach­ing vehicle cuts through the quiet of West­more, Vermont. It vibrates off the frozen mid­night air, air that is charged and heavy with soon-to-fall snow, air that holds more promise than the mess of metal and wire in front of me. I toss the instruc­tion manual onto my desk, happy for an excuse to stop reading. It is meant to be a camera. A “fool­proof” gift from my son that will record outdoor wildlife while I sleep. I leave the pieces where they are and head to the front door.

Giudizio Dolce

Giudizio Dolce

By Sydney Lea
This guy from the Nether­lands grated on me and on all our doc­tor­al peers when­ev­er, with his heavily accent­ed but perfect English, he held forth in our Euro­pean Lit­er­a­ture class.

The Man in the Window Seat

The Man in the Window Seat

By Robert Granader
He pinches and pulls at the pic­tures on his phone, deci­pher­ing them like code. Every now and then he gets dis­tract­ed and focuses on a back­ground: a pair of boots, a fancy car. But mostly he studies the face, as if he’s prepar­ing to write a dis­ser­ta­tion com­par­ing it to the Mona Lisa.