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(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…

Girl on A bike, Boy in Dayton

By John Bensink

Jack is sixteen when he sees Marie the first time, then 84 when he sees her again, though he doesn’t…

Necrotic

By Elise Blackwell

The passion with which she took to the house and garden surprised him. She told him her grandmother taught her…

Congee

By Joy Guo

Five hungry blonde girls, sitting pertly on their haunches, holding court in the lounge. You all live on the same…

Life-Forms

By Robert Scotellaro

Multilingual We’re in the garden.  There are fragrances there, fluent in many languages.  Cassie digs, plants, pats the earth.  We’ll…

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