winter 2025
Issue No. 22: Safety
Dear Reader,
At the start of work on this issue, “safety” was a concept that, like all concepts, remained intangible. A thought that buzzed and floated in my head. A hodge-podge of events that were both starkly contrasting and haphazardly blurred. Safety is a line drawn in shifting sand, between presence and absence, acknowledgement and invisibility. I wanted to engage with writing that made such dichotomies whole in some way. Tangible.
The pieces that lie within the pages of Issue 22 accomplish this feat. Each contributor, both in the words and images printed among the following pages as well as the ones found online in our digital issue, questions our physical and psychological securities. An interaction with any of these pieces is a choice to confront a topic so tender, and so vulnerably delivered, that whatever thoughts result from this exploration can’t help but find their way into our feelings, our guts, our conversations, and our very futures.
As global citizens, we are all about to embark on a voyage, whether we want to or not, that promises turbulent waters throughout these next few years. For many, something as fragile as safety in one’s skin, in one’s attraction, in one’s community, in one’s self, feels threatened, a bullseye waiting to be hit. Perhaps losing ourselves in our own comings and goings could save us from such fear, but then we know that even this contrived bliss places us face-to-face with our personal demons, wondering whether unknown risks outweigh the known costs. Such is the case with Stonecoast Review which, after its course of over ten years, once again faces a new iteration in this and future issues. The new direction is dangerous, thrilling, worrisome, and exciting.
But, as the adage goes, better to show than tell. We offer you the product of our risk, one taken by students, alumni, and faculty of the Stonecoast MFA Program who have gone above and beyond in their work on this issue. We hope the stories contained herein thrive, even among a world of uncertainty.
Sincerely,
Adam Rodriquez-Dunn
Editor-in-Chief, Stonecoast Review
Think of Us
Think of split-pelvis roadkill,
of wild strawberries smaller
than the width of your thumb,
Foreman Lopez
When they came,
Tomás Lopez, the greenhouse foreman, sliced
through the polyethylene siding with pruning shears,
Who, How Many Did He Erase?
Sehr geehrte Frau Dyson, Very honorable Mrs. Dyson
vielen Dank für Ihre Anfrage, many thanks for your inquiry.
Imme’s War Years
my Omi Gisela Jung
suitcase stuffed children’s clothes
diapers a wooden toy or two
Ever After
I don’t know how my brother forgave
the doctor who missed the melanoma
on his scalp and tried to freeze it off
before it came back and was everywhere.
Dear Jordan, Who’s About to Punch Me In The Face On My Last Day In the Afterschool Program
I just want it sharp this time—
not quick, just knuckles
digging into my cheekbone. Maybe even
keep punching to make dents in my forehead,
make me forget my wisdom,
Summer Help iv
Semitrucks shed tires often without realizing, layers left behind until blown out to the rim.
Need To Know Basis
I’ll tell you that my legs were swinging off the exam table. But it was an MRI machine and I don’t know how to phrase that.
Tale of Two Americas
Find the word in the puzzle.
Words can go in any direction.
Words can share letters as they cross over each other.