grace (ge) gilbert | POETRY | "The studio was a place of birth. / Shedding my old pain, becoming long / and lean like a toad on its hind legs."

Katie Bennett | CREATIVE NONFICTION | "As soon as six weeks my breasts swelled, my nipples darkened. My baby not even the size of a pea. / I hadn’t expected pregnancy to be such an immediate possession. Even if I couldn’t see my baby in the shape of my belly, her cells and spirit enlarged the veins across my chest, cramped my stomach, inhibited me from eating raw vegetables. / My teardrop, my grain of salt—she tore through me, begging to be seen."

Re:View by Hannah Bonner Fall 2025 RE:VIEW A few weeks before the release of our tenth issue, On the Brink of Renewal, I sat down with...