From the Editors
Lelandismo
In which the editors eat cookies (Thin Mints, specifically), play mad libs, and give Emily Barrett Browning what for.
This Issue's Writers
JACKIE BASU is a junior from Palos Verdes, CA
CAROLINE CHEN is a sophomore from Hong Kong
DANIEL GRATCH is a junior from New York, NY
JOY HENRY is a senior from Inglis, FL
ERIC KARPAS is a sophomore from Livingston, NJ
LEIGH LUCAS is a senior from Bethesda, MD
MELISSA RUNSTEN is a senior from Alpharetta, GA
SETH WINGER is a junior from Santa Clarita, CA
This Issue's Artists
KATE ERICKSON is a sophomore from Carlisle, MA
WILL GEIER is a junior from San Diego, CA
TAMARIND KING is a sophomore from Albuquerque, NM
IRIS OUYANG is a freshman from Huanggang, China
KATIE PYNE is a sophomore from Los Angeles, CA
TIFFANY QUACH is a junior from San Francisco, CA
MILA RE is a sophomore from Davis, CA
FALLON SEGARRA is a sophomore from Clifton, VA
NATALIE UY is a sophomore from San Antonio, TX
LAUREN YOUNGSMITH is a freshman from Littleton, CO
JIN YU is a junior from Jeon-ju, Korea
JIN ZHU is a junior from Mission Viejo, CA
Fiction
The Rattlesnake
by Eric Karpas
The spider struggled silently to construct its web between the rotting oak of the porch floor and the sagging cloth of the dusty hammock.
So what, come and get me, I know you
by Joy Henry
“We’ve been vacationing at this beach since Grace was a tiny one, staying at this hotel,” Dad says, to my boyfriend John.
Creative Non-Fiction
The Villageby Seth Winger
I’ve driven up to the front gate several times in the last two and a half weeks, but the guard on duty isn’t one I recognize: a man—not much older than I am but a lot larger—who looks cramped in the small booth.
Poetry
Spring PoetryIn our Spring 2010 issue, enjoy Married Life by Caroline Chen, Monday Night Dinner by Melissa Runsten, Beraka Is a Part of My Consciousness by Daniel Gratch, and The Weight of Angels and The Song of a Carnival Killing by Leigh Lucas.
Criticism
Memory, Identity, and Portrait-Images by Jackie Basu
So. The ceci n’est pas crew has thrown down a hefty gauntlet: do faux-pipe, faux-bed images have value or weight in our living world of bodies and motion?


