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Spaghetti Junction

By Elisabeth Ingram Wallace

I had been snow-drifting through December, on slow trains and delayed buses, ending each day with a long icy walk…

SOUTHWEST LOOP 820

By Cyn Nooney

That summer in Dallas my roommate Tina stole a Penthouse from her father’s stash. We wanted to see why Miss…

You Will Do This

By Steven Simoncic

She will look tired. He will look bored. They will sit on the edge of their bed, close enough to…

The Future History of the Arctic

By Alexander Lumans

100. Someone has broken into the Global Seed Vault.  99. If you kill an ice bear, you have to tell…

When It Gets Cold in the South, The Youngest Baby Dies

By Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

Honey, Mississippi 1949 When it gets cold in the south, mama wakes you up much earlier than she used to,…

Raise the Babies

By Jan Stinchcomb

Goth Nanny The baby sees black eyeliner circling dead eyes that teach skepticism, or something more sinister, a desire to…

Remember Tomorrow in Seasons

By Shingai Kagunda

Planting Season  “But what if?” Woman leaves the unfinished question hanging in the air, touching her swelling stomach. Man already…

In Violet

By Melissa Goode

The kitchen lightbulb shatters above our heads. The filament burns red and fizzles to nothing. It is an explosion from…

Carrion Clay

By Matthew McHugh

Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong.  It’s really just meant to be a simple, two-word phrase to…

Buffering

By David James Poissant

That morning, Ted began buffering. One minute, he was Ted, coffee cup in hand, talking animatedly about this thing he’d…

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