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Galgalim
It is not an air raid. Above the city’s steepled church-tops the two planes break from the clouds. Sunlit rain…
Background
I didn’t have any theater experience, but when I saw the ad for background actors for a local play, I…
When We’re Empty Of What We Are Designed To Hold
One Sunday morning, I wake up to discover that both of my daughters have turned into birds. The younger—a tow-headed…
Adrift
It was the year the flood washed a parade of homes downriver. They called it a rain bomb. Kate’s home…
Two Cops Come to the Door
Yes, I saw something. I was making my regular Friday night sauce-and-cheese sandwich. It’s like pizza on an Italian bread.…
Two Phenomena of Roughly Equal Importance
“The air on Mars—what there is of it—is leaking away,” he said. “About half a pound a second sputtering into…
Muse
I have this dream: We’re back in the church of Santa Margherita de Cerchi. You’ve written a letter to Beatrice…
Something to See
●Suit jacket and pants. White shirt. ●Brown knit tie, too narrow, too long. ●Pocket square, folded and stapled into shape.…
Golden Hour, Four Days After the Storm
Unsecured in the back seat, I stretched my legs out where my sibling usually sat next to me, preaching about…
“Undying Wind”: An Interview with Myna Chang
Myna Chang’s new flash collection, The Potential of Radio and Rain (out now from CutBank Books), is a revelation on…
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