From 2002 to 2004, Evie Lovett photographed drag queens preparing backstage for the monthly drag show at the Rainbow Cattle Co. in Dummerston, Vermont…
Author: Miciah Bay Gault
Miciah Bay Gault is the editor of Hunger Mountain at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She's also a writer, and her fiction and essays have appeared in Tin House, The Sun Magazine, The Southern Review, and other fine journals. She lives in Montpelier, Vermont with her husband and children.
Backstage at the Rainbow Cattle Co.
BODIES SPACES
Photographs by Daniel Toby Gonzalez
Toby has found the greatest personal release exploring themes of masculinity—both his own masculinity and the way masculinity is perceived by society—and plans to dig further into the subject, attempting to “hit the bottom, if there is one.”
Paintings
by Don Fenestre-Marek
Over the past three decades, Don has worked in a variety of art media. He considers painting to have the broadest vocabulary for articulating the intersection of practical existence and spiritual inquiry.
Air
Photographs by Evie Lovett
Ten photographs from the series “Ari” by Evie Lovett. Originally featured in Hunger Mountain Issue 19: The Body Issue.
Collage & Mixed Media
by Matt Monk
[doptg id=”7″] Editor’s Note: Matt Monk’s design work was originally the featured art for the Prizewinner Issue—December 2014. In can now be seen in the Creative Nonfiction section. “In my collage and mixed-media work, I explore systems, typography, and narrative through experimental methods involving an expansive range of accretive and erosive processes including painting, gluing,… Continue reading Collage & Mixed Media
by Matt Monk
Illustrations
by Kerri Augenstein
…what a great opportunity to sit in the same space as all of the amazing authors occupying all of the brilliant content of Hunger Mountain.
art as a gorged star: eight erasure poems
by Tyler Friend
These are erasures of a book published by MOMA, which features transcribed versions of three lectures given in the 50’s and early 60’s
Visual Art: “Firsts” Video Project
This gallery is in answer to Hunger Mountain‘s open call for one-minute videos addressing the notion of First Experiences. We asked artists to interpret this notion in the broadest possible terms. Here is an assorted and provocative sampling of what we received: Nike air jordan Sneakers | NIKE HOMME
Wonderland:
Readings by Matthew Dickman
“It seems like everyday now, anytime we make art, or really listen to someone else’s point of view, or empathize with the other, that it’s a fight against meanness…”
Two Poems
Kwame Dawes
The sun falls out of heaven like a stone
One of God’s Ovids
Josiah Bancroft
One of Ovid’s gods is drunk,
and stalking the city in peg-leg pants,
velour shirt open to the loins,
Visiting with Lin King
by Claire Guyton
In my English class, we were frequently discussing the definition of truth. After reading Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried, our class became obsessed with the idea that there is no absolute truth. When we were assigned to write any short story we liked, I decided to expand on the idea that “truth” is like a […]
Ruby Thursday
Richard Adams Carey
Single, childless Augustus Cyril St. Clair would have filled both vacancies with the same presumed applicant, would have married David Biffenbaugh’s daughter the moment she touched his shoulder and trailed a finger like a hot wire through the hair on the nape of his neck.
Night of the Spiders
Sheldon Bellegarde
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Sheldon Bellegarde
Dentist of the Wild West
Deborah Vlock
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Deborah Vlock
On Revision: Pulling Up Widows
Pam Houston
One of my primary goals in writing Contents May Have Shifted was to make a book in which each of my sentences worked harder than they ever had before. I was brought up in the post-Raymond Carver school of compression, and I still believe the poets are the real wizards…
Two Poems
Mike Wright
I stumble under sunny-thunder sky. The weather
simply does as it chooses, and we all might
learn some lesson there. I’ve been drinking.
Last Dog
Claire Burgess
Joel was worried about the dead dog in his trunk. Heat rose off the road in front of him, rippling the air like a photograph warping over a flame—he was beginning to regret his decision to pack the ice inside the trash bag with the dog. In this heat, he knew, the ice would be melting, soaking the fur, and if there’s […]
2017 Contest Winners Are Here
We are thrilled to announce the results of our 2017 contests! With nearly 1,500 entries, we had a wonderful time reading and a hard time choosing our finalists. Thank you to everyone who entered. The winning pieces will be published this fall, right here in Hunger Mountain’s online companion. Thank you to our talented assistant editors… Continue reading 2017 Contest Winners Are Here
Announcing Hunger Mountain’s 2018 Guest Editors and Theme
We’re beyond excited to announce this year’s guest editors, three writers we’ve long admired. We can’t wait to view Hunger Mountain through their creative lenses. Please help us welcome: 2018 Guest Prose Editor // Melissa Febos Melissa Febos is the author of the memoir, Whip Smart (St. Martin’s Press 2010), and the essay collection, Abandon Me (Bloomsbury 2017).… Continue reading Announcing Hunger Mountain’s 2018 Guest Editors and Theme
The Art of Interviewing
Josh Dudley
The best interviews come out of passion for the interviewee and their craft. You are providing a conduit for them to expand or reach their fan base, and the best way to do that is to be a fan yourself.
Blackbirds in September: Selected Shorter Poems of Jürgen Becker
by Ian Haight
Becker’s belief in reality, his faith in meaning, and his understanding that meaning can be communicated, has value, and originates in consciousness; are all affirmations of human life. These are ideas worthy of gratitude.
A Poetry Reading
from Tom Paine
3 Poems from Tom Paine
Pain is Not the Only Thing
J.C. Lillis
If you catch yourself thinking your evolution as a writer depends on an obligatory descent into darkness, then stop that shit, ‘cause that’s the Gremlin talking.
Portrait of the Alcoholic by Kaveh Akbar
by Genevieve N. Williams
Kaveh Akbar writes with such spiritual risk and honesty that we as readers are brought into the liminal spaces of language, addiction, and displacement.
“The Only Life and Death Matters Are Life and Death”: A Few Quick Words from Porochista Khakpour
Challenge that American addiction to speed — figuratively and literally! The worst writing I have ever seen has come from prescription stimulants and too much coffee, and sometimes both.
Comics = Cultural Criticism: An Interview with Bill Kartalopoulos
by Gina Tron
Comics take a bunch of images and put them together in a coherent and articulate way, where you go from image to image, and from text/image combination to text/image combination. Then you look at it all and it all adds up to something.
The Story That Chooses You
Jennifer Kathleen Gibbons
What I’ve learned through writing about Suzie is that stories sometimes choose writers. If something interests you, you should write about it. I still believe this is true. For me, this was the story I had to write.
The Catalog of Broken Things by Anatoly Molotkov
by Anthony DiMatteo
The book offers a journey of disorder and disappearance. As in life, one must find a way.
Didi Jackson Reads
“On the Death of my Father”
His outsider art graces the album cover of Little Creatures
by the Talking Heads, and a vision of his dead
sister climbing down from Heaven
A Loaded Gun: Hunting My Elusive Book
Rona Maynard
For a couple of months I’d been lost in the metaphorical woods with my writing. The prize, my second book, circled out of my view like a fleet-footed creature of the night.
A Good Medicine
by Jude Whelchel
First Place, Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
In celebration of their eleventh birthday, the mother orders her twins Sunday suits from the Sears and Roebuck, matching breech pants, double-breasted sailor coats with yellow neckties.
The Slide
by Jennifer Hasty
Runner Up, Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
I’m sorry your study was ruined,” he said. “But I think those rats gave you an answer after all. Maybe not what you were looking for.
Living in Stereo: An Interview with Alex Green
by Jennifer Kathleen Gibbons
“California itself has appeared almost as a singular character throughout my writing, kind of like the hotel in The Shining, but less creepy — or more creepy, depending on how you view my work.” – Alex Green
Dark Water: Melissa Febos’s Haunting New Memoir, Abandon Me
by Cameron Dezen Hammon
Love without sense or control, love made into a god, is no longer love. It’s a weapon wielded most painfully on the self, but perhaps it also has the potential to deliver healing.
Sympathetic Magic
Annah Browning
This magic is also called the magic of correspondence or contagion — the properties of one thing leaping to another.In folk medicines around the world, it shows up in what has been called the doctrine of signatures…
From The Provost.
by Jeremy Wolf
Half the time, the poems are alright and the prose pages generally work out, but it’s all about that discipline. It’s all about ratcheting in that time.
Edna, With Her Mouth
by Katherine Schaefer
First Place, Creative Nonfiction Prize
Edna’s voice resembled nothing so much as what you’d hear coming from a poultry barn full of caged white turkeys: that loud, shrieking up-and-down gobbling that almost makes you want to scream, yourself.
What a Lonely Youth with Robots Taught Me: MST3K and Storytelling
Amy E. O’Neal
We are literary. We produce literary fiction for literary people. That is why it’s paramount that we expose ourselves and our work to the same ruthless mockery as the saddest of Z-grade films.
Adventure Counselor
by Jocelyn Edelstein
Runner Up, Creative Nonfiction Prize
“Fuuuuuuck!” I scream – three – possibly four times – as I hurtle through air, as my innocent 14-year-old campers giggle until they can’t stand, as the honest wind tells my body a story of speed and force and falling.
All the Pieces Came Together
by Chris J. Rice
Runner Up, Creative Nonfiction Prize
My identity as fractured as my vision, I erected walls around me. Hard walls. Flat walls. Walls I made and maintained…I’d already accepted my fate.
One Hundred Apocalypses and Other Apocalypses by Lucy Corin
by Amelia Marchetti
The stories they are living are moments of purgatory, the still transitionary moment where one state of living has ended, but the next stage of life has yet to begin.
Little World / After a Series of Rejections
by Sawnie Morris
First Place, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
You can safely e merge to sit with magenta tulips ,
orange day lilies shouting
Beyond Words: An Interview with Shozan Jack Haubner
by Kim MacQueen
A lot of times I’ll sit with an experience and let it germinate. Part of it will be something that happened to me, and part of it will be something that I’m trying to work through in my practice.
Carol Amber
by Kate Kingston
Runner Up, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
She pours us tea, one that claims
to detoxify, to soothe the throat. Honey
dissolves in the agitated swirl
Terrorists
by Donald Levering
Runner Up, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
God don’t let that be
my bombshell daughter naked
in a sleeping bag on a public bench
Writing First-Personal Journalism About Trauma
Gina Tron
Are you going to write about every trauma in your life? No! Life is ridden with traumatic events. That’s part of living. But in some cases, writing about personal trauma is a powerful way to make a point.
Oprah, Maslow, and Me
by Amy Emm
Overall First Place, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
We usually go for the middling neighborhoods. We don’t want curving brick driveways, brass knockers, tall clumps of waving grasses, gates, cameras. Nope – we want something riiiiight in the middle.
A Proud Family of Sneezers
by Sandra Nickel
Picture Book Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
When the doctor arrived, she examined Snookie’s nose inside and out. She poked and pinched and prodded, and finally declared, “There’s nothing wrong with this little girl.
Straight Forward: In Conversation with Fiction Writer Jensen Beach
by M. Demyan
It’s the things that come out of my own life or the reading that I’m doing, or things that I’ve heard from friends or whatever. But in this case, I think it’s just been an ongoing evolving project that had adapted to the realities of my own life…
The Gifts of Ratoncito Pérez
by Joe Baillargeon
Middle-Grade Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
I stop and drop my bike on the ground, and the young woman’s head appears in the back window. My father’s head pops up too, and then I see a hand reach up, an open hand patting the window, as if asking me to wait.
Invasive Species by Claire Caldwell
by Ariel Kusby
Caldwell’s poems manage to explore substantial themes with an intimate gaze; the humor is simultaneously empathetic and darkly cynical.
The Angel Age
by Val Howlett
Young Adult Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
The backstage lights are off. The actors are in shadow, lit only by the faint glow of the house lights onstage. You tunnel around them, trying to keep up with Dani Aguilar, but Cinderella has somehow gotten ahead of you…
Alison Prine Reads
“Coming Out”
Alison’s poem, Coming Out, is featured in Hunger Mountain 21: Masked/Unmasked on sale now.
Living Multiple Lives Through Writing: An Interview with Stephanie Tyler
by Tierney Ray
Every once in a while, I’ll call a psychic. I was on the phone with one at one point and she said to me, “Oh, wait. Hang on. Hang on, they’re speaking to me.” And I was like, “Go ahead.”
Scratch That Curiosity Itch
Tierney Ray
I have never committed murder. Nor have I ever been at a murder scene with police, forensics, and medical examiners gathering evidence. But I know how to write that scene. So do you.
Giving In
Rebecca Lawton
So it goes with writing and birding. You try to find a sapsucker, but stumble up on a tiny jewel of a hummingbird. You persist and strive despite a robin showing you the insanity of ignoring results.
Wonderland of Words: An Interview with Matthew Dickman
by Lara Gentchos
I’m going to die, and I want my experiences, as much as I can control them — which is not much — to be experiences with art that makes me feel something.
Ruby Mountain by Ruth Nolan
by Cindy Lamothe
Nolan’s soft, subtle expressions paint these invisible terrains with a quiet, haunting power. The speaker’s thirst for her previous life is a mirage that beckons us forward…
How (And Why) to Build an Author Website
by Adam Robinson
Ultimately, don’t be afraid to fail, don’t be afraid to ask for help, and don’t be afraid to simplify, simplify, simplify. Computer people call this “iterating,” as in “let’s iterate on the simplest minimum viable product.”
Writing In Between: An Interview with Tyler Friend
by Breanne Cunningham
Most of what I write is love poetry. And a lot of it comes from dreams. A lot of it comes from lucid dreaming, that half-awake, half-asleep state.
5 Reasons to Recommend With Animal
by Amelia Marchetti
“With Animal” explores the extreme natures of parenthood. There is no “animals are right, humans are monsters” philosophy, as people and beasts are both capable of selfish indifference and deep empathy.
When the Cake is Baked
Susan Browne
I had to find a way to diffuse these tense and often unbearable situations. One day while discussing a student’s poem, I blurted out, “Hey, the cake isn’t baked yet.”
DIY—Are You a Real Writer?
Amy Souza
Of all my internal struggles, one I really hate has to do with self-publishing. The true me, the one hiding deep down, has never understood why publishing your own work is seen as controversial, vain, worthy of mockery. The socialized me, the one I fight with regularly, buys into the idea that it’s not a legitimate option for “real” writers.
Keep Calm and Query On
Luke Reynolds
Query Letters: Reflections on Bulldozing Writing Walls Now that my wife, Jennifer, and I have been living in York, England for six months, some of the immediate gratifications of moving abroad have worn off. Instead, the steady monotony of life, raising a toddler, and writing have settled in, and I find Winston Churchill’s slogan during… Continue reading Keep Calm and Query On
Luke Reynolds
When Prose Turns to Horses, Remember the Humans
Lisa Romeo
Any horse I made notes about, any horse for which I gathered stats and records, or any horse I got close to so as to describe him or her, was always seen in context of its human counterparts.
Get Lit with Zinester/Book Publisher Sage Adderley-Knox
by M. Brianna Stallings
“There is such an awful stigma around self-publishing, that the books will not be enjoyable…these indie authors just need the guidance and support to help them through the process.”
I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well by James Allen Hall
by Daniel Cretaro
I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well is one of those books that doesn’t come around often. It is the rare book that possesses three key qualities: language, love, and candor.
What Being “Willing to Fail” Really Means
by Hillary Rettig
It might seem paradoxical or even impossible to embrace a low-stakes mindset about your important work, but it is very doable, and gets easier with practice.
How Not to Not Be Funny
Ryan Kriger
Humor is just one of many tools in the writer’s toolbox, and funny for funny’s sake is nice, but if it doesn’t contribute to what you’re trying to accomplish…
Julianna Baggott Whispers Urgently Into Our Ears
by Breanne Cunningham and M. Brianna Stallings
You never really have to look at the blank page at all because by the time you’re free to write and can actually get to a computer, you already know what you’re going to write.
We Are Pleased to Announce the Judges for Hunger Mountain’s 2017 Literary Prizes
2017 Deadline Extended to March 8th! Click here for guidelines and to enter the contest. The 2017 judges are: Matt Bell– Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize Joni Tevis – Hunger Mountain Creative Nonfiction Prize Major Jackson – Ruth Stone Poetry Prize Cynthia Leitich Smith – Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult & Children’s Writing… Continue reading We Are Pleased to Announce the Judges for Hunger Mountain’s 2017 Literary Prizes
We Are Pleased to Announce the Judges for Hunger Mountain’s 2016 Literary Prizes
The judges are: Janet Burroway- Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize Robert Michael Pyle – Hunger Mountain Creative Nonfiction Prize Lee Upton – Ruth Stone Poetry Prize Rita Williams-Garcia – Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult & Children’s Writing Janet Burroway, awarded the 2014 Lifetime Achievement Award in Writing by the Florida Humanities Council, is… Continue reading We Are Pleased to Announce the Judges for Hunger Mountain’s 2016 Literary Prizes
Isadora’s Sandálias
Robin Heald
“Isa, this package came for you.” Mamãe sets a box in front of my cereal bowl.
“It’s from Vó Ziza,” I say. My granny, Ziza, lives in Brazil, far away from our family in Miami.
Again
Tara Bray
The warbler’s folded in my tongue
like a lemon drop. What joy
it is to trap a festival inside,
Two Poems
Chard deNiord
In steps at your command/down the plank of a tall
fast ship with the salt/of sex across its lips.
The Hollow Places of the World
Kenneth Garcia
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Kenneth Garcia
Three Poems
Katherine Hollander
These creatures with breathing blue
necks. Arch and bristle. Forelock and star.
Two Poems
Jessica Goodfellow
In origami the mountain fold
folds down—constructing
an obstacle. The valley fold
folds up: receptacle.
The difference between
structure and stricture,
between paperweight
and wastepaper basket.
Three Poems
Nancy Eimers
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Nancy Eimers
Reeni’s Turn
WAITING Monday April 16th At the barre at Miss Allie’s I lean and dream: onstage alone where the spotlight glows, fears of an audience scatter like stage dust. Music flows through me – it always does like air and blood moving my limbs to dance in ways that push me out so close to the… Continue reading Reeni’s Turn
The Chevra
Goldie Goldbloom
When my mother died, I stopped calling her mum and began to call her mama.
Vasectomy
Carol Tyx
The teacher did not like the poem,
but seemed unable to say why, his face
seeping dismay or disgust.
Day Trip
Noelle Catharine Allen
I had killed the engine, filed my nails, organized my wallet, and done a sketch of my left hand.
Three Poems
William Olsen
Wherefore the marram grass settled the land there also sprang the children who are as the sand in the sea, and houses on stilts as good as gone.
Toast at my Parents’ Second Wedding
David Moolten
For they everted the irreversible,
Proved all that time my life went door slam
Door slam done an epic waste for the sake
Of argument.
Untitled
I am The Weird Girl. The Freak. The Barfy Little Feeb.
Two Poems
Majda Talal Gama
I’ve seen you in souks that spill with people,
On streets that reek of three continents,
Found you filling cut-glass crystal with the scent
Of nine woods and the rose petals of three cities.
Two Poems
Michael J. Pagán
Unghost, the leftover residue across the surfaces of
the sea, after a receding
wave or a skimming of the hands. The present has no
Faces at the Window
Sara Schaff
Our house was too big. It dwarfed me and my mother, who cried every year when we received the first winter heating bill.
Catch Me, I’m Falling
Dionisia Morales
I found out I was pregnant during rock-climbing season. The weekend before the test showed positive, I was clinging to the stone faces that flank central Oregon’s Crooked River.
Two Poems
Frannie Lindsay
What else is she ever going to be
but one of the wind’s outgrown costumes
stuck in the swingset’s tangled chains
Junk Food Killer
D A Thompson
The memory hits me like hunger: sudden pangs, gnawing edgewise. First it’s just a headline and the torn edge of a story.
Old Bull in the Road
Matt Yurdana
Some admire the old bull’s cracked horns and peeling hooves, the second skin of ancient
mud as wrecked and crumbling as this narrow road
Nocturne in the Key of We
Laura S. Distelheim
Five o’clock a.m. on a morning last fall, in the Walgreens of an affluent suburb on Chicago’s North Shore, where I have gone to buy batteries for my flashlight…
These Things Should Not Happen
Michelle Webster-Hein
We took a walk this evening as we often do. My husband pushed my daughter in her stroller as I walked alongside.
Two Poems
Gary Moore
I wanted the prize but the prize looked the other way
It was the other prize…
Three Poems
Laura Budofsky Wisniewski
You can dress my naked genome up.
You can teach it art and poetry,
but it will pace the corners of the night
grunting, ‘Something else. There’s something else.’
Observations at the security checkpoint
Joel Brouwer
We should be glad our safety and security
are someone’s top priority, yet we
can’t help but hope for fresh announcements
Companion
Annie Lighthart
The body keeps us ordinary. It says Sleep, and we must,
it says Eat, and we do.