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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…
True Story
I watch her pocket two Snickers bars while I’m ringing up the guy who always buys a can of Skoal…
Newfoundland
We put our seed in the ground and buried a body, but the land gave us nothing in return for…
Act As If
In the bottom of Zadie’s purse, as she sits in a lightly upholstered chair at the DMV to get her…
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