The Interlochen Review
Academy Literary Journal
Volume XXVI
Photography by
Richie Siegel
Senior Motion Picture Artist
"I want to receive my diploma from a fox
I happen by in the woods—
The scroll and ribbon clenched
between his teeth
And smirking."
Hunter Lawrence,
Class Warfare
"Your head’s chemical cocktail
has the same ingredients as mine
and our tiny mirrors are sympathetic to synonyms."
Melissa Reese,
Plurality
"Every once in a long while, the paper airplane would catch the light of the window and hang there for a moment, as if suspended in a jar of honey."
Kelly Clare,
Folding
"What if he loved her for who she was? For the way she smiled. She never showed her teeth. Did you notice that? She thought they were crooked."
Niki Acton,
The Diary
“I’m frozen in place, still hoping that he will return, still hoping that our family could be this elusive, love-ridden thing.”
Iris Samuels,
Ice Age
“When we look back, the land
seems cracked and poured into boundaries of corn mazes.
Call it the tranquility of a dead tree—the skin, bone, meat.
Home is glitter, egg yolk, the line that is unbearably long.”
Claire Harvey, Iowa
“And the leaves fly from the trees,
spreading their black wings
and making for the sun.”
Emily Hittner-Cunningham,
October
“He learned that the sharp angle of his chin was inherited from Adam, and his slim hips once belonged to Eve. On the hot, dark Umbrian nights that he slept under the stars, Francis imagined the sensual curves of the original sinner, scorned the lusty grin and sweet debris of forbidden fruit that his fantasies painted onto her lips.”
Krista Kiernan, St. Francis
"i am now swallowing the photo of you from nylon magazine
the ink will seep through my veins, unfiltered exaltation."
Anne Malin Ringwalt,
eating shreds of magazine paper and adoration
“When I was young, I used to rip apart worms in my yard to remind
myself that when I’m torn in two, I can go on living.”
Alexandra Stasiuk,
A Learning Process
"Even if I had entertained myself with the thought
that the fish had committed suicide, I
could not buy into the concept
that loneliness was complex"
Imani Russell,
The Carnival
"Bedbugs,
children’s toys,
a heap of laundry as tall as my father.
There are smells and things so rancid,
my toes curl."
Cheyenne Price,
Melissa
“An architect, a boy with busy hands
who, as he sits, runs his fingers nervously across his sleeves”
Sophia Fisher,
Of Architecture,
and the Deck of the Bodega
“She knows the pines in
the winter. Blanketed in that eternal
tundran snow that holds still the six
German soldiers her grandfather killed.”
Allic Rennie,
The Pines
“It can’t be more than fifty-five degrees, but that weak sun is something I am eternally grateful for, even if it means that the blood will bake itself onto the boat’s deck.”
Lena Rollenhagen,
The Lena
"To him, I was simply
the sense of heat near his right leg
on the bench as his fingers fell
and crashed on the black and the white."
Alexa Koski,
The Piano Player
"Trucking is not a profession,
but a fellowship, strictly patriarchal—
except for the women."
Hannah McCoy,
Trucker
“Fairy Godmother was done.
Done granting wishes, done turning
pumpkins into carriages, done fulfilling
the dreams of little girls
who didn’t deserve them.”
Margaret Abigail Flowers,
Happily Never After
