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The Children
When the Children came back, they came back different. Dante had an arm that wasn’t his attached at the shoulder.…
Thirteen
The giant orb in the night sky makes our friend’s house look like a doll’s house. One of us mentions…
The Freedom to be Who I Am: An Interview with Constance Malloy
I’ve been a fan of Constance Malloy’s for quite some time now. I always look forward to her posts on…
Fractured Lit Chapbook Prize Judged W. Todd Kaneko Longlist
This has definitely been one of our hardest contests to decide on a longlist. We had the privilege of reading…
Safe Passage
When the first of the last coughs come, I take my father to the sea. I know he likes it…
Those Who Seek
We were sitting in the stadium waiting for the Face. It came at 6:45, right-center field, or that’s what I’d…
Diorama of Star-Crossed Lovers Driving at Night
Look at their body language: Henry grips the wheel with his left hand while the other chops at the air.…
This Time of Death
I was in her backyard, the tiny fenced-in yard behind an extravagant Brooklyn brownstone. I had the baby, Violet, in…
The Last Laugh
The lingering perfume of a million flowers is so thick in the funeral home showroom that invisible rose petals plaster…
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