November 23, 2018

Walk Two

Five years ago, I was standing in my house—a large fading Victorian with bad carpet and cracked shingles. I lived in this house with three other graduate students. Two of them were writers, and we were having a party. I remember we had just hosted a reading in our living room where, along with others, I read some poems. I was wearing my favorite black wrap dress, and I was drinking a glass...

November 5, 2018

I once believed in the beauty of God.

In the parking lot at St. Mary’s, the Catholic school I attended from kindergarten through the first half of fourth grade, a thick yellow line ran down the middle of the parking lot, dividing us kids at recess. Boys on one side, girls—my friends—on the opposite. Including my best friend Lauren. We stood at the line and talked to each other. We twirled down the...

October 31, 2018

I am trying to remember the last time I was angry. Or the first. Maybe I am trying to recall anger. I remember my brother, asleep in my bed, the twinge of mute resentment I felt that he was there at all. How I wanted him to wake and go and leave me to the cool quiet of the basement, where my bedroom was. He wouldn’t stir. My mother, upstairs, called for him. I don’t remember what she wanted him fo...

October 24, 2018

Walk One

The women at the center of my writings are walled off in some way; there is a layer between them and the world. I’ve been told over and over in the writing workshops I’ve attended that my fictional protagonists and the speakers of my poems feel “detached,” that I should remedy this problem. It’s not that I think these are assessments are wrong really, but I do wonder if their corrective in...

October 17, 2018

   There are forty-five miles between where I live now and where I grew up. On a good day of traffic, it takes about fifty minutes to drive from Denton, Texas, to Garland, Texas, where my parents live. I live in Denton because I’m finishing my doctorate in creative writing. During the busy part of the semester, I hardly go home to visit.

     If I walked it would take me half a day. If I took...

October 3, 2018


Kirtland is the kind of place where mist rolls across fields and sneaks into the dense thick of trees that border it. It's the kind of town where it's not out of place to see a car parked under a street light and the driver wearing a werewolf mask. This is a place where teenagers from neighboring suburbs drive through during the weeks leading up to Halloween, looking for monsters in the woods.


August 16, 2018

On June 20, 1979, during the Nicaraguan Revolution, American journalist Bill Stewart, of ABC-TV, was stopped at a roadblock in Managua. He knelt and begged for mercy, but a Nicaraguan national guardsman ordered him to lie flat and then shot him in the head, killing him instantly.

I’d seen the video of Stewart’s murder on TV, and four years later, when I was a notorious drunk, I decided to go to the...

This year, we received twice as many Trifecta submissions as we've ever received before! It's exciting to know that word is spreading about IHLR's summer e-edition of marathon-long manuscripts: we know writers are looking for a good home for their lengthier works, and we're thrilled to have the opportunity to publish them for our readers, who travel during the summer months and enjoy having readin...

February 12, 2018

In celebration of love this Valentine’s Day, our issues that meditate on connection will be on sale from Tuesday, February 13th until Thursday, February 15th for $3 each! It doesn’t get much better than that.

Here’s a list of the issues to choose from for this sale (or get all 5 for $15):

10.1 Valentine’s Day

Including prose by Mark Pearson and Amy Lee Scott; poetry by Rumit Pancholi, Eryn Green, Dan...

September 28, 2017

Every October, Iron Horse accepts submissions for its annual Trifecta, which is your chance to publish those marathon manuscripts most journals won't consider. Poets should submit a single poem, 10-20 pages long. Prose writers should submit a story or essay that runs between 25 and 40 pages. The entry fee is $10, which includes a year's subscription. The winners--a poet, an essayist, and a fiction...

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