Literary Journal
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A Flower, Not a Tree
by Huina Zheng Lin SongBai is a girl, but her name always makes people think she’s a boy. Lin means forest, Song is pine, and Bai is cypress. A fortune teller once said she lacked the wood element, so her parents named her this. She didn’t like it. Her parents tried to comfort her: pine Continue reading
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Honey
by Jean-Paul Thuot I am not one who praysthe way bees to and fromthe field of golden flowersdo not pray After the sun has passed beyondthe far trees, and dewbegins collecting in thepregnant air Moon rising on her coursesilent as a sail on unshippedseas, velvet brocadeof her passing In all of this — the bees, Continue reading
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Two Poems by Julie Allyn Johnson
ArcticPolar bear reclines on the ground beneath me,stretches out white and still on his long & lovely spine,in need of touch,in want of connection.Head tilted to the side, eyes closed,he reaches out his paw; perches it looselyon my upper arm, holds it there—holds it.And I rub his white fur,his jolly belly. My soothing ministrationsundo him Continue reading
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Photography by John Sklba
John Sklba grew up around cameras and loved art and its imaginative possibilities from a young age. He currently resides somewhere around Memphis. Continue reading
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Artwork by Ben Tellie
Ben Tellie is an artist, educator, consultant, and doctoral candidate whose artwork investigates inner emotional states and socially traumatic histories. He teaches Art and Design at Charles E. Smith Jewish Day School and is pursuing an Ed.D. at The George Washington University. His writing appears in the Journal of the American Association for the Advancement… Continue reading
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Some personal news
by Jeffrey Heath I am the featured poet in the latest issue of Neologism Poetry Journal for my poem “Dali, On His Deathbed, Dreams of Lorca (w/ Olives)”. I hope you’ll check it out. Jeffrey Heath, Founding Editor, EIC – January House Literary Journal Continue reading
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Cursed Candy
by Jaron Weidner She knew it was wrong. She knew she could get in terrible trouble, but Emily could not stop thinking about the giant bag of candy that her mother had left on the kitchen table. Her eyes glimmered from the moonlight that came through the window above the sink, but her vision was Continue reading
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Two Flash Fiction Pieces by Christina Tudor
Leave Marks Before the car hit us head on, in the liminal space before we both died, we gripped what we could: the steering wheel, the soft seat cushion underneath us, each other so hard our knuckles went white. Before we even had a chance to swerve—our last memory the sensation of lurching forward like Continue reading
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Artwork by Stephanie Jo
Stephanie Jo is an illustrator, and cat mom. her work is heavily inspired by sci-fi and fantasy, medieval/Renaissance paintings, and her love of traditional tattooing. Her work has been featured in The New York Times, WeTransfer, Troublemaker Firestarter, and Saving Daylight Mag. Continue reading
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Ode to Resistance
by Ellen Gerneaux Woods Wisteria curls in delicate bloomsheads bowed in surrender long flexible stem known to wanderand twine in unpredictable patternsclimbs the lattice he builtto control her meandering waysthe poetry of her mind the plant outlasts the lattice now copious lavender expressionsedge her home wander near windowsdrop long blossomed branchesover the face of the Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 