Unsleeping City
Unsleeping City Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Facebook Envelope Link Instagram
The Official Literary Journal of University of Southern Maine's Stonecoast MFA
Unsleeping City Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Facebook Envelope Link Instagram
Shadowstep Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Facebook Envelope Link Instagram
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 Visual Art by Irina Tall Visual Art This image originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Facebook Envelope Link Instagram
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 Night Visual Art by JC Alfier Visual Art This image originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Facebook Envelope Link Instagram
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…
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.
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.
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.