Voices come from the end of Thanksgiving, the picket line, the 2 AM phone call, the algorithm. Even Iphigenia calls from the long-distant past. Over the Transom features these voices, the marginalized, those truly thrown “over-the-transom,” in poetry, prose and short drama. They come in all forms from all places, no matter how unexpected. These voices, both fictional and not, exist in a state of rawness that gives them the power to be heard from the ends of time through the night into the early morning of tomorrow.