"#25 Rain" by Ramsay Wise, 24" x 30" Spray Paint and Acrylic on Canvas, Mud Season Review


The Minister

By Eric Barnes

When someone dies in the North End, there is a funeral. Many people attend. It is our only communal act. There are really no other reasons for a crowd to gather. There is a church downtown that still has a minister, an older man I see sometimes near the corner store or near the church itself, where he sweeps the wide steps leading up to the entrance…
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"The Knot of Moonlight" by Bill Wolak, 11" x 8" Digital Collage, August 2015, Mud Season Review


We Have Commandeered Our Bodies to Science

By Jacob Guajardo

We are confined to a room day and night while the doctor runs tests, while we run out of stories to tell each other. We do not remember arriving. We remember only our lives before and not this room. Today the doctor hammers a bottle of lotion against his palm until it hisses, then gives up….
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"The Amygdala Project XXXVII" by Abigail Nelson, 22 x 30 Acrylic and Gel on W/C Paper, Mud Season Review


Brother’s Keeper

By Sandra Hunter

He is walking. He is about to turn the corner. She is at the window waiting since noon, since last year’s announcement on the church noticeboard, last month’s update, last week’s email, waiting for her temporary Sudanese, temporarily in her living room, her kitchen, her guest room, temporarily so grateful to her American family…
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Still from "Substratae," an Animated Film by Margie Kelk, Mud Season Review


Get Gregory Out

By Genevieve Plunkett

Patty met Gloria through one of those little paper tabs that you have to try to tear upward, so that you don’t lose part of the phone number. She had never liked introductions by phone—all those disembodied shifts in tone, the liftoff of questions that never seemed to settle—but she had taken the number…
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Secret Path by Caitlin Crowley, Medium Format Film Photography Darkroom Print, 8"x10", Mud Season Review


Say Uncle

by Robert Earle

As my father parked at the strip mall on Germantown Pike, a man walked in front of our car toward Filbert’s pharmacy. He was shorter and heavier and his hairline had receded more, but he looked like my father…
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"Dwellings" by Margie Kelk, Ceramic, Photo credit: Steven Crainford, Mud Season Review


The Tale of How I. I. Settled the Quarrel with I. N.

by Srđan Srdić

I wished to be left alone, I felt the need to add and subtract, to perform these operations. I felt I could no longer bear it, I packed and left, they didn’t make any trouble. They seemed not to care, one left, another came, as elsewhere….
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"Road to Palouse Falls," by Allen Forrest, Oil on Canvas, 18' x 24", Mud Season Review


Persistence Hunting

by Dave Essinger

My running shoes have hardened into new shapes since the last time I wore them, and they’re stiff on my feet. The half mile to Andrew’s house loosens them a little, but they don’t stop sliding on my heels. Maybe it’s my feet that have changed, though; maybe my shoes are the same….
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Little Greens, oil on linen, by Nancy H. Taplin



by Amanda Pauley

Mom is as stunned as a hog after the first bullet when I tell her that Ray won’t be over until after Thanksgiving dinner. I say it to her in between the scraping sounds she makes sharpening her knife. She doesn’t put down knife number five but turns around with it in her hand to stare at my large belly I’ve draped a pink cotton babydoll blouse over…
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"Troutzilla," photograph by Dave Petraglia, Mud Season Review artist


In the Bodies of Beautiful Fish

by Michael Minchin

When Quinn Meyers looks up from his cutting board, there are more fish moving along the conveyor: fat salmon, already gutted, or half-gutted, messy from the machines that cannot slice the fins neatly enough or strip the pink membrane from the cavity with the delicate swipe of a blade.
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Short Migration by Jeffrey Rothstein

Fiction: Issue #6

The Goddamn Caped Canaveral

by Hubert Vigilla

Dylan Cape emerged from the marquee tent to Strauss’ “Also Sprach Zarathustra.” The horns blared and the timpani thundered like daybreak and creation. Through the shimmering, rising heat Dylan surveyed the crowd gathered along the security barricades. Ten thousand strong, he was told, and all eyes on him…Read more