Jennifer Ruden Awarded Spring 2010 Orlando Nonfiction Prize
JENNIFER RUDEN received her MFA in creative writing from University of Oregon, and volunteered for a one year term with AmeriCorps in New Mexico where she still resides with her husband and two children ten years later. When not teaching literacy skills to disadvantaged youth, you can find Jennifer holed up in some secret place writing. Her stories and essays have appeared in Puerto del Sol, Literary Mama, Amarillo Bay, Mamazina, Word...
Tanaya Winder Awarded Spring 2010 Orlando Poetry Prize
TANAYA WINDER is from the Southern Ute and Duckwater Shoshone Nations and was raised on the Southern Ute Indian Reservation in Ignacio, Colorado. She was a finalist in the 2009 Joy Harjo Poetry Competition and her work is forthcoming in Cutthroat: a journal of the arts’ 5th Anniversary Issue and the Spring 2010 issue of Yellow Medicine Review: a journal of Indigenous Literature, Art, and Thought. She currently lives, works, and...
“Smoking Demon,” by Leslie C. Youngblood
Inside our lime-green Buick Regal, Mama hid from God. She had promised the Holy Rock Baptist Church and sworn directly to Him three weeks before that she’d stop smoking. On the night of her vow our short, stocky pastor jumped like he had caught the Holy Spirit right there in the center of his ring-cladhand. Then he smacked his palm across Mama’s high forehead, drenched with honey-colored sweat, to rebuke her “smoking demon.” “Out!...
“The Rings,” by Jennifer Woodworth
“The Rings” My husband was a carpenter with hands so big he could wrap them all the way around me. Since I had put off getting my husband’s wedding ring until the day before the wedding, the artist made it for me in one day. He was not a jeweler. He made art with metal and stone. He made my husband a thick, wide, rounded ring.This ring will always feel good on his hand, even when he’s working. I inscribed it in my own hand. I...
“These Things Can I Love,” by Page Lambert
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”–Mary Oliver Listening to Zuzu Bollin’s sexy blues, sipping Johnnie Walker Red, courting loneliness. Loud music, bone-deep bass lyrics. Blood-pumping brass. The spine knows what to do, knows how to stretch the urge until it whines like catgut and fiddle, stretch the loneliness so thin it wraps like muscle around the angles of the skeleton. Body...
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