Kelly McMahon is a one-time poet who walked into a print shop and never looked back. She lives in Montpelier, Vermont, where she founded and runs May Day Studio, a letterpress purveyor of “quirky paper goods.”
Practicing Perfection: An Interview with Kelly McMahon
The Motion of Poetic Landscape: An Interview with Sherwin Bitsui
by Bianca Viñas
I place my bag on the chair beside me and the weight gives way, my books and notes spilling everywhere. I kick them aside; it is a minor distraction. The room I’m standing in is auspiciously staring back at me. There is an oblong conference table straddling what could only be described as the 40… Continue reading The Motion of Poetic Landscape: An Interview with Sherwin Bitsui
by Bianca Viñas
Under and Over Promiscuity — Rome (II)
Lily Hoang
Recently, men have asked me to be their slut. And during the sex act, they say, almost universally, “You’re just a slut, aren’t you?” The mere idea of my promiscuity stiffens them. To them, it is hot and sexy.
Two Poems
Matthew Dickman
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Matthew Dickman
Mammy Two-Shoes, Rightful Owner of Tom, Addresses the Lady of the House
Patricia Smith
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Patricia Smith
Fathering
Major Jackson
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Major Jackson
The Man I Could Be
Brenda Peynado
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Brenda Peynado
White Knights
Howard Frank Mosher
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Howard Frank Mosher
Flash Flood
Alexa Hudson
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Alexa Hudson
Avoiding Reality with Erin Moulton
by Lindsey Brownson
Erin Moulton is the author of four YA novels – the most recent being Keepers of the Labyrinth – and serves as editor of the forthcoming anthology Things We Haven’t Said. Her books have been nominated and selected for the Kentucky Bluegrass Master List and the Isinglass Teen Read Award List. Erin also works as teen librarian… Continue reading Avoiding Reality with Erin Moulton
by Lindsey Brownson
In Conversation with Trinie Dalton: Traveling Geographically and Creatively
by Sarah Leamy
Travel, community, writing, art, and finding ways to combine these passions are consistent themes in my life. I recently met an author from LA who fully embodies this notion of a creative and wandering imagination and I had to find out more. Trinie Dalton is the author of six books including most recently Baby Geisha,… Continue reading In Conversation with Trinie Dalton: Traveling Geographically and Creatively
by Sarah Leamy
Fire Illness
by Scott Alumbaugh
Runner Up, Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
Fiction
Runner-Up
Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
Shirts and Skins
Brian Evenson
On their first date, a so-called blind one, Megan took Gregory by the hand and he let her. She led him into a space afflicted with mood lighting and for a moment he though it must be a bar, a remarkably empty one, but no, it was not a bar but an art gallery.
The Magic Telescope
by Eileen O’Connor
Honorable Mention, Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
Fiction
Honorable Mention
Howard Frank Mosher Short Fiction Prize
The Songs We Know Not to Talk Over
Rosebud Ben-Oni
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Rosebud Ben-Oni
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,
Writing Off the Page
Andrea Rothman
I live in the North Shore of Long Island, the setting of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. In theory, the bucolic landscape of sea grass, lush trees, and glittering water that surround me should provide the ideal framework for my fiction writing. But as a mother of seven-year-old twins with a household to manage,… Continue reading Writing Off the Page
Andrea Rothman
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 […]
Animals Saved Me
by Richard Gilbert
First Place, Creative Nonfiction Prize
Creative Nonfiction
First Place Winner
Creative Nonfiction Prize
How Prostitution Saved My Life
by Kate Marquez
Runner Up, Creative Nonfiction Prize
Creative Nonfiction
Runner-Up
Creative Nonfiction Prize
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
Baker’s Dozen
by Saffron Marchant
Honorable Mention, Creative Nonfiction Prize
Creative Nonfiction
Honorable Mention
Creative Nonfiction Prize
Remembering Ethel
by Jeri Griffith
Honorable Mention, Creative Nonfiction Prize
Creative Nonfiction
Honorable Mention
Creative Nonfiction Prize
Being of Islands
by Ezra Baeli-Wang
First Place, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
Poetry
First Place Winner
Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
Starlings
by Kathleen O’Toole
Runner Up, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
Poetry
Runner-Up
Ruth Stone Poetry Prize
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.
Do Not Go Gently
by Mindy McGinnis
Overall First Place, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
Young Adult Fiction
Overall Winner
Katherine Paterson Prize
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.
The Stuff Between the Stars
by Sandra Nickel
Picture Book Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
Children’s Book
Category Winner
Katherine Paterson Prize
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
The Carrying Beam
by S.M. Mack
Young Adult Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
Young Adult Fiction
Category Winner
Katherine Paterson Prize in YA & Children’s Writing
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
A Roundabout Way
by Patricia Jacaban Miranda
Middle Grade Winner, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
Middle Grade Fiction
Category Winner
Katherine Paterson Prize for YA & Children’s Writing
The Color of Sad
by Trista Wilson
Honorable Mention, Katherine Paterson Prize for Young Adult and Children’s Literature
Middle Grade Fiction
Category Winner
Katherine Paterson Prize
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.