Choreography
She knocks things over—pyramid-stacked cans in the grocery store, books off the shelf at the library, her father’s glasses from…
1918
Like every other night, Finkus creaks the splintery door, slips out of his only shirt and folds it over a…
mi corazón quiere cantar así
did you hear about the shooting? my cousin jasmine texts. i tell her no, open up twitter to see if…
freedom fighters
In our neighborhood, the dumpsters peel orange but not like citrus. White liquid seeps from their underbelly. Nothing drinks the…
Not Interested
I’m not interested, she said, in restless craving, space-time music, outside combining elements. Images only, she said, with a shake…
When You Come Home From Nashville
I get lost three times en route to the Oakland Airport, ten minutes from home. I have waited for you…
Dorothy Paints Poppies from Memory
Because she is still shaking the doorknobs of this broken farmhouse the cyclone heaved from its foundation and dropped like…
How to Take Care (of the Environment)
1. Reduce The first night you eat Peking duck. It is not your first time to consider ducks as food…
Monsters, Mystery, & Mayhem Contest Shortlist
These 20 stories thrilled us with their specific and creepy details, their attention to character, and their surprises in plot…
A Language Is a Story
Father says he built the house back in Poland and hauled it with him across the Atlantic. The story goes:…
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