Everything Will Be All Right in the End

Ritchie shut his eyes and tuned his bandmates out. He thundered his sticks along his tom-toms and broke out into a full-on drum solo. Luiz’s customers caught on—some visibly disturbed by the swell of heavy music on stage, while others whooped and gave approving nods.


He stumbled out of the woods with a book pressed under his arm the day I was explaining to Lacy about the particular loveliness of California ladybugs. Blue faded to white in the legs of his jeans, boring holes in the knees. He had amassed more dirt underneath his fingernails than I had ever dreamed of preserving.


In demanding a new dog, I broke my mother’s cardinal rule, which was to be content with everything I had. She told me that I was lucky, that other children from broken homes grow up with absent parents, or get sent to orphanages, or become juvenile delinquents, she yelled. She told me to accept my lot in life, and I tried, I really did, but I could not stop the gurgle of longing from rising in my throat. It shocked me sometimes, the strength and physicality of my desire.

Notes and Recent Awards

Ecotone was honored to be the recipient of AWP’s 2022 Small Press Publisher Award, an annual prize for nonprofit presses and literary journals that “acknowledges the hard work, creativity, and innovation of these presses and journals, and honors their contributions…


“Bubble Gum Fighters” from The Peanutbutter Sisters and Other American Stories, copyright © 2022 by Rumi Hara. Reprinted by permission of Drawn & Quarterly, drawnandquarterly.com. ART CREDITS Pages 16–17 (“Everything Will Be All Right in the End”) © Cass Lintz;