Plain China

June 2013

god for me

Courtney Bush · New York University

is the way my grandfather thinks about jesus believes until it’s just called knowing like science or directions

Augustus

Jordan Peterson · Simmons College

For three days, the city has been on fire.

Montanus

Aida Curtis · University of Georgia

Montanus always had the best pot. He would show up, broad-shouldered, looking hefty and plaid clad beneath those Greek letters—not one of the brothers but not needing to be, with that Ziploc bag and the bigmouth laugh. Those nights were always the same, stickyhot after days of neck sweat coating our collars, when heat glued cotton to our backs and we smelled like earth.

Brother

Antonia Angress · Brown University · Honorable Mention in Nonfiction

My mother wakes me in the night. “What? It’s late here.” I try not to sound mean, but I can tell I do. I will apologize later. My mother’s voice is tinny and garbled and distant. She tells me that my brother has tried to kill himself. I note that she says “your brother” and not “David” or “Dave” or “Davie,” as though he is a stranger that only I am related to.

god for me

Courtney Bush · New York University

is the way my grandfather thinks about jesus believes until it’s just called knowing like science or directions

Augustus

Jordan Peterson · Simmons College

For three days, the city has been on fire.

Montanus

Aida Curtis · University of Georgia

Montanus always had the best pot. He would show up, broad-shouldered, looking hefty and plaid clad beneath those Greek letters—not one of the brothers but not needing to be, with that Ziploc bag and the bigmouth laugh. Those nights were always the same, stickyhot after days of neck sweat coating our collars, when heat glued cotton to our backs and we smelled like earth.

Brother

Antonia Angress · Brown University · Honorable Mention in Nonfiction

My mother wakes me in the night. “What? It’s late here.” I try not to sound mean, but I can tell I do. I will apologize later. My mother’s voice is tinny and garbled and distant. She tells me that my brother has tried to kill himself. I note that she says “your brother” and not “David” or “Dave” or “Davie,” as though he is a stranger that only I am related to.