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Maribel Is Not Here for You

By Leigh Camacho Rourks

She gets off the bus at the tenth stop. She walks one mile. She walks 280 more feet. She pays…

Sapphire Eye

By Sudha Balagopal

I place Sygna, my late husband’s silver swan, into a box in the attic. She keeps me awake all night…

Symphony No. 7

By Michele Finn Johnson

Aunt Sylvia says it’s nothing, but she coughs wicked and that’s when I know it’s coming.Death. We never talk about…

Comorbidity

By Kim Magowan

When you cook you use every pot, including ones that can’t go in the dishwasher, because I clean; when I…

Empty Words

By Kristen Loesch

In my language people call it ‘slippery fetus’, cannot be held, unravels like ribbon. You are ‘slippery daughter’, will not…

Look Sky, No Suburbs

By Meg Tuite

Mom gets them out of Skokie when Laila is four. She talks about endless troops of kids and dead ends…

I Have Dreamed of The Divine

By Moustapha Mbacke Diop

Each night, my soul flutters out of its husk and wanders between the stars. Through sheets of laterite and palm…

War Destroys A Man From the Inside Out

By Edie Meade

Shrapnel bores out of Daddy when he chops too much wood. They float to a place near his spine and…

Libertas

By Bayveen O'Connell

Just as the Greeks hypothesised, my uterus traversed my whole body,  and yet in an absence of hysteria, she squeezed…

Preface: The Spaces Boundaries Open Up

By Grant Faulkner

I’ve always thought life is more about what is unsaid than what is said. We live in odd gaps of…

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