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Mi Porvenir

By A.J. Rodriguez

There used to be a village named for the future. It straddled la frontera like the saddles of the vaqueros…

Salt City Runaway

By Gillian OShaughnessy

A sheep has escaped from the abattoir. It’s loose on the railway line that runs along the coast to the…

Girl in the Snow

By Wendy Oleson

He’d be back soon, and she was glad to be cold. From the passenger’s seat, she’d watched him float up…

Providence

By Christopher Allen

My father tells me the constant rush of water through our town is the whoosh of the world going round.…

(DON’T) REMEMBER ME LIKE THIS

By Cyn Nooney

1. During the space race days your parents sip Maxwell House in the morning, Beefeater before dark. Through bedroom walls…

As Solid As an Ashtray and Emits More Smoke

By Edie Meade

It is a cast-iron frying pan filled with cigarette butts. The handle is just the right size for my hand…

If this were Tracy Island

By Marissa Hoffmann

I’d use a soda siphon at cocktail hour, and you’d only know I’m speaking when my chin quivers. And it…

Night Vision

By Anna Gates Ha

During a commercial, I ask you to tell me about nights in the jungle. We are blue and then white…

We Don’t Boil Babies

By Alicia Dekker

You don’t remember Grammy saying the words, although you were there. You were the baby. You’ve heard the story a…

Account For What You Have

By Alexandra Blogier

First, blanch the peaches. Run them under cold water to peel their skin away. Feel the flesh underneath. This is…

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