Summers in Flagstaff are the stuff of breezy, cool-hot dreams. Here’s a sample of what Thin Air‘s editorial board read in the last month:

Case, Poetry Editor — “[Your] respective egos have not so much to erase themselves as to occupy, without reserve, all the void of the mental space, invest in itself at the maximum interest or spend itself to the last penny. In short, what you are doing is very beautiful but grammatically it doesn’t change a thing. At the moment when you most appear to be a united voi, a second person plural, you are two tu‘s, more separate and circumscribed than before.”


Jessica, Assistant Nonfiction Editor — “You already have enough conditions to be happy, and it is thanks to your mindfulness that you don’t need more…If you have mindfulness, if you feel safe, you recognize that you have plenty of conditions to be happy already, and that you don’t need to run into the future in order to get a few more conditions.”




Rachael, Assistant Editor — “Little upon her eighteenth birthday thought Miss Cubbidge, of Number 12A Prince Wales’s Square, that before another year had gone its way she would lose sight of that unshapely oblong that was so long her home.”





Jesse, Editor-at-large — “It was starting to feel like a hair pulling, bitch slapping kind of fight.”







Christine, Layout Editor — “…I was on my way to becoming an initiate in the science of sex, abandoning the ideal for the actual, the dream of Stella (“True, that true beauty if virtue indeed”) for anatomy, physiology and an intimate knowledge of the Bartholin’s glands and labia minora. All of it—all the years of research, the thousands of miles traveled, the histories taken, the delving and rooting and pioneering—spun out like thread from an infinite spool held in the milk-white palm of Laura Feeney on an otherwise ordinary morning in the autumn of 1939.”


Laura, Assistant Fiction Editor — “I believe in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness.”







Emily, Fiction Editor — “The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.”






Hannah, Visual Arts Editor — “Power resides only where men believe it resides. […] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And oft times a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”