Entries by Erin Stalcup

Morning Walk: September 11, 2018

Amelia Martens

Because you are five, I say airplanes crashed and you say where is our flag and I say look at those roses, breaking open—little mouths on our walk to school. You scuff and work out the equation: if airplanes crashed on a surface like this—you drag the concrete, then there would be fire. Yes, and […]

Two Poems

Jake Skeets

Red Running Into Water   tsi’naajinii nishłí pronounce the ł as water whistling through shadow                on black bark the í as boy wearing only yucca                lake colored tábąąhá báshíshchíín the í is now mouth of narrow stream                inside a pink mobile home with white skirting the ą sounds like pulling hair                from the throat shaped […]

In the Embassy of Silence

Tina Carlson

My mother fills paper boats with pastel mints, juice glasses with bourbon. The room shimmers with lit cigarettes. We watch the perfumed players sneak peeks at other hands, bet and bluff . Out back my father beats hedges with rusted shears, says god damn shit ass. Glasses empty. My brother puts frozen peas on his […]

No Tomorrow

Brad Rose

It’s a circular night and my blood is itchy. As soon as the now is over, I’m going to disentangle the amnesic kilowatts nestled inside these invisible particles. The house is still as a sleeping animal, and I’ve had it up to here with working the swing shift. Before we moved in, I used to […]

Drift(er)

Jake Skeets

                    after “Benson James, drifter. Route 66, Gallup, NM 1979” by Richard Avedon   Drift to drift is to be carried by current of air or water                                         but men are not the teeth of their verbs they pry nouns open with a belt buckle to take a sip Drifter a drifter carried by a current of […]

Red Running Into Water

Jake Skeets

tsi’naajinii nishłí pronounce the ł as water whistling through shadow                     on black bark the í as boy wearing only yucca                     lake colored tábąąhá báshíshchíín the í is now mouth of narrow stream                     inside a pink mobile home with white skirting the ą sounds like pulling hair                     from the throat shaped like the á táchii’nii dashícheii […]

The Real Housewife of Orange County

Paul Tran

He forked a cube of tofu and stuck it in his pretty mouth. The sound of him chewing. Clink of metal against the ceramic I later cleaned, have always cleaned, can already see me cleaning, like the good wife I am. I listened to the ceiling fan—loud, then soft, then loud again—above us, its blades […]

Benediction as Disdained Cuisine

Jihyun Yun

Give me now what scalds and reeks. Give me chilis and garlic raw. Give me dropwort and chrysanthemum greens. Buckwheat and tea. The bite of a well ripened kimchi. Let me wrap my meat in what others mistake for spoil. Let me unearth months -old jars of ponytail radish, turned just so, and bless rice […]

Announcing our Guest Editors for Issue #24

Issue #24 is themed Patterns. Deadline is October 15th! Submit here.   Poetry: TC Tolbert identifies as a trans and genderqueer feminist, collaborator, mover, and poet. And, s/he’s a human in love with humans doing human things. S/he is author of Gephyromania (Ahsahta Press 2014), 4 chapbooks, and co-editor of Troubling the Line: Trans and […]

Birth of Cool

Rita Banerjee

Lauren played her Gibson on the phone for me. Voodoo Child. Learning Hendrix one blistered finger at a time. Stairway to Heaven. A poster of Jimmy Page and Robert Plant hung on her bedroom wall. Plant made love to the microphone in his too-tight jeans and denim jacket. His threads hadn’t been washed in decades. Neither had he. His […]

The Cave Sighs
Ellen Goff

Young Adult Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult & Children’s Writing

The cave remembers. More than remembers, the cave sees far past the surface under which she sleeps. Her tributaries of tunnels, like hollow fingers, spread underground for hundreds of miles. They touch acre after acre, town after town, and county after county. As if she is a single, enormous mass of substance, top indistinguishable from […]

When Everything Was Whiskey Creek
Anna Craig

Middle Grade Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult & Children’s Writing

One Santa Ynez Beach, California 1976 Mandalay Bates skipped across the sidewalk, so white hot, it scorched her sandals. Sun blistered the eucalyptus trees, setting their leaves a-shiver. The Santa Anas gushed through Mandalay’s hair. They weren’t playing, these winds. The Santa Anas carried electric shocks in them. The Santa Anas sparked wildfires. “Better go […]

El Ratoncito (The Mexican mouse that became a fairy for a night)
Adriana Martinez

Picture Book Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult & Children’s Writing

Dedicated to the curiosity and wonder of my daughters. This story was born out of a question from my seven-year-old, Zara. She asked, “Why does the Ratoncito come to our house and not the Tooth Fairy?” It begins with magic and love, with hope and wonder … Hundreds of years ago, when girls and boys […]

Meet Hunger Mountain’s Badass New Editor: Erin Stalcup

by Tracy Haught

Yes, ya’ll, Erin Stalcup is the badass new Editor of Hunger Mountain literary journal. Erin joined the faculty of the MFA in Writing & Publishing program at the Vermont College of Fine Arts this past September. She is the author of the story collection, And Yet It Moves (Indiana University Press, 2016), and the novel Every Living Species (Gold Wake Press, 2017). Her fiction has […]

Hyphe(nation)
by Kaylee Y. Jeong

International Young Writers Prize for High School-Aged Writers

“In this country American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.” —Toni Morrison   On the first-grade attendance sheet, Jessica’s legal name is the same as her Korean one, and Mrs. Powell stumbles. Min see oh? Min ee soh? Laughter from all of us little ones sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blue carpet. Jessica smiles and […]

An Interview with Matthew Olzmann

by Nicholas Howard

Along with editing Hunger Mountain, students in the Publishing and Fieldwork class also met with each of our visiting writers. Our first guest was Matthew Olzman on Friday October 5th.  Matthew is the author of two collections of poems, Mezzanines, which was selected for the Kundiman Prize, and Contradictions in the Design, both from Alice James Books.  […]

A Profile of Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg

by Nicholas Howard

Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg began her visit to Kellogg-Hubbard Library on October 11th by reading from her latest release Miriam’s Well: A Modern Day Exodus. She shared with us the opening chapter when the story’s main character Miriam, her brother Aaron, their friend Alan, and Miriam’s family get caught in the subway during a blackout in New […]

Giving a Sexist Character Texture

by Ukamaka Olisakwe

  My favorite male character is Okonkwo in Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. He values manliness, and this often is synonymous to violence. He abhors everything his late father Unoka stood for: gentleness, love for music, showing emotion, idleness. And so, he becomes the opposite of his father, is rich and powerful, rigid to a […]

Invasive Species & Their Habitats

Alexander Weinstein

Teczotchicin Vine The vine’s voraciousness dwarfs even the kudzu of the Southern United States, whose growth of one foot per day is a snail’s pace compared to the Teczotchicin’s rate of up to twenty-five meters. It’s one of the rare plants one can watch growing beneath one’s feet, birthing folktales of murderous qualities. Indeed, the […]

Necks

Aimee Nezhukumatathil

  When my six-year-old son                    was painting birds during art class                    his principal ordered a full lockdown because                    an armed man was spotted skulking nearby. When I got the news I could feel my heart throb                    in my neck. If you pushed                    even a single finger to my arm, I’d surely burst.                              I think of baby toucans who fall out of […]

Aubade with Ball Gag

R. Cassandra Bruner

“Masturbation” is the ideal form of sex activity of this trans-gendered subject.” —Slavoj Žižek   Love          in this omnivorous air this weave of straps & copper          we must look like a long woman who          can’t stop touching herself A tangled braid of bone          A prairie of orchids speckled in amber          in pudendum in hooks          Lean closer           & hear the cries crackling […]

Codetta (or Collision)

Eve Alexandra

You were not as I had imagined the ones that came before—the poems in which I conjured you, dreaming darling girl, stunned sister. You flew at me like a kiss, a hard slap upon the hood of my car. Behind the wheel, I could see the soft curl of white on your belly, the slit […]

I Am a White Horse

Zachary Schomburg

I am a white horse wandering an empty planet. Everything on this planet is beautiful, untouched and clean. And I am so beautiful too, and strong. Sometimes, I spend a whole week being a white horse. But in real life, everything is going to hell. I haven’t taken the trash out for weeks. The stench […]