Camp Green Cove for Girls

Fiction by Julia Phillips

The old man’s dog kept barking. I called to Alex and we swam to each other and kissed, our mouths tasting like lake water. The dog swam over too and circled us… “Anya?” I called. She shouted, “This is the first really crazy thing I have ever done!”

Everything In Her Mind Leans To Her

by Madeleine Barnes

Your mother cannot remember you.
To her, you are an alabaster queen,
snakeskin and sundials, mineral crown.

She believes in circles, wedding bands,
orbits, covered your palace columns
in hoops and wreaths. Porcelain centaur,
ruby mermaid. Each became hers, so, yours.