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Spatchcock

By Sarah Rosenthal

The whole bird lay naked on the cutting board. Iris had received the wooden board as a wedding present. It…

Dust

By Terri Pease

There was a lot of dust on them mens. Me, keepin’ off the wooden sidewalk while keeping an eye, a…

Coefficient

By Phillip Sterling

The foam pillow, one of several retrieved from his parent’s house after the sale, smelled of Bengay. Meant for the…

July 1964

By Cara Olexa

In a blur, a blind of grass, the horse. Dunes. At your right, ocean collapsing on the edge of Virginia.…

Luna

By Dawn Miller

From her window seat on the train, Ruth watches the cluster of teenage boys on the platform. They posture in…

The Extractions

By Kim Parko

Agnes rocked us in her boat. Cradled between waves, we were sleepy. She sang a song from her deepest throat:…

Trauma Becomes You

By Karen McKinnon

It is my job to gag her. Mike and some of the others have her pinned to the ground. The…

Everything So Different and the Same

By K.C. Mead-Brewer

How pointlessly beautiful, a tree. How massive and calm and sometimes crushing and on fire. How a tree’s waving branches…

Arcade Neophytes

By Sarah Matsui

Mom and I got really into the arcade claw machine one elementary school summer. Handful of tokens, a frappé from…

Flossing

By Anita Lo

Mom flosses me every night with my limbs starfished across the kitchen counter and my head hanging off the edge.…

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