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Hug Me

By Mimi Manyin

My son…he’s a good boy. I hug him as often as I can. Casey is almost five now, but he’s…

The Freedom to be Who I Am: An Interview with Constance Malloy

By Diane Gottlieb
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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

By Fractured Lit

This has definitely been one of our hardest contests to decide on a longlist. We had the privilege of reading…

Safe Passage

By Elia Karra

When the first of the last coughs come, I take my father to the sea. I know he likes it…

Those Who Seek

By Lori Isbell

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

By Jim Humes

Look at their body language: Henry grips the wheel with his left hand while the other chops at the air.…

This Time of Death

By Wendy Holmes

I was in her backyard, the tiny fenced-in yard behind an extravagant Brooklyn brownstone. I had the baby, Violet, in…

The Last Laugh

By M. Lea Gray

The lingering perfume of a million flowers is so thick in the funeral home showroom that invisible rose petals plaster…

True Story

By L Mari Harris

I watch her pocket two Snickers bars while I’m ringing up the guy who always buys a can of Skoal…

Newfoundland

By Phillip Grady

We put our seed in the ground and buried a body, but the land gave us nothing in return for…

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