Molly Harris is a writer, editor, and educator out of St. Louis, MO. She is the deputy editor of Boulevard Magazine, and she holds an MFA in fiction from the University of Missouri-St. Louis. She has also attended the Online Kenyon Writers' Workshop. She has been previously published in Barnstorm Journal, A Door is a Jar Magazine, Westwind: UCLA's Journal of the Arts, and elswhere. Read more about her here: www.mollyjaneharris.com.

General

"She woke up covered in sweat, clenching her palms together. Thunder rumbled outside, and lightning illuminated her small room, cutting her skin into shapes made of shadow and light."

The Last Long River Sigh

"When she looked at the clock again, the time hadn’t changed. She felt faint and claustrophobic in the confines of her booth. Her peripheries bloomed into a variety of neon flashes that took over her vision, slowly but steadily."

Days like Television

"Gemma thought it looked like an apothecary, something mythical and otherworldly; she wondered if she could read their shapes."

Those Good, Bad, Dead People

“The moon-powder covers her clothes, weaves itself in her hair, buries itself under her fingernails. Looking around, her class looks like ghosts. Heavy breathing, tired specters casted in white plaster.”

Years Later, There Will be a Class-Action Lawsuit Regarding Radiation

"'That’s my daughter. She ran off. They found her a couple towns away,' Mannie said. 'If you’re gonna stay here for a while, you better wash up. I can’t have you getting blood on the carpet.'"

Water Beneath the Rocks

Molly Harris talks with Gus Moreno, author of This Thing Between Us, about grief, horror as a genre, and writing process. 

Boulevard Craft Interview: Gus Moreno

Occasionally, a member of the Boulevard staff wishes to celebrate particular aspects of a piece we’ve published...

Literature is Good: Kristen-Paige Madonia's "Free Weights"

"She only thought about Elise, drunk on the train tracks. Elise, watching homecoming fireworks alone on the tracks until a southbound train from Kansas City brought her up to the firestorms above."

Morning Doe

The Honey Badger

"Every breath that Amelia took was asked for in the eyes of the hustle of people moving in and out of her periphery."

Selected work