About this issue
Volume 7, Issue 1 (Fall 2024) presents a wide-ranging collection of contemporary poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and art from diverse voices around the world. From intimate verse and striking short stories to thought-provoking essays and reviews, this issue continues SAR’s mission to publish bold, boundary-crossing work that challenges and inspires. With visual art complementing the written word, the Fall 2024 issue offers readers a vivid snapshot of today’s literary and artistic landscape.
editor’s note
It has been an honor and pleasure to read and see so many fantastic pieces submitted for our SAR 2024 Fall Issue. As editors, we have a two-fold purpose: ensuring that we put forth the very best art, poetry, and prose that we can find and ensuring that our artists and authors have their work showcased in the most beautiful way possible.
There is an almost mystical part of a writer or artist that sees the world through a creative lens and then produces…Read More
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fiction
Thaw
When the first truck hit Nevin’s dog, the howls echoed off the brick walls of First United Methodist Church. It was in March in the East End where snow piled on the corners higher than the first story of our house. The depth of ice…
Kids Will Be Skeletons
By 6 pm, the Ramirez boys had already secured a record candy haul—much better than last year. And they had yet to walk the Turnberry subdivision, where the houses sported three-car garages and the rooflines rose to towering peaks. As he followed his parents onto…
The Corduroy Effigy
One of my very first memories was of the back of our family’s couch, a worn corduroy with dull green buttons spaced along the front of each cushion, resting on a delicately carved set of claw feet. It held the same place in our family…
Mänsklig Kvinna
Linda’s first mistake was getting lost inside an IKEA. Her second was thinking she could run. The Swedish meatballs she had eaten hours before made her sluggish and easy to track through the aisles as the fluorescent lighting shone down like a searchlight. Her footsteps…
Six Things the Shooter Took
News: High School Shooting Claims Twelve 1. (at 24) We’re sitting on the steps in the dark watching the storm come and the wind gusts and the cool air touches my skin and it smells of water and the tree leaves on the big oak ripple…
The Sister of Icarus
Because I dream of flying, I ask my father for wings. He believes only sons should fly above the earth. At first, I turn angry at this lack of value awarded to daughters. Don’t I deserve the same rights as my three brothers? When offered…
Novembering
As a girl growing up on a farm in Edson, Michigan, I knew about sex from an early age. With breeding animals around, it’s something you learn, something as common as wind bending wheat on a summer’s day. And still, I was naïve. I’d seen plenty…
Reruns of Red River
I remember what my grandmother has long forgotten. She was an integral part of my childhood, yet she doesn’t recognize my name. Details of her own upbringing she recalls perfectly—that she grew up on a cattle farm in Wyoming and used to fall asleep on…
poetry
interviews
Interview with Camellia Paul
My work celebrates the spontaneous, the whimsical, and the beautifully chaotic.
