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Mad

By Sarah Freligh

Kat goes missing again, but not really. She’s where she usually is—passed out, pants on backward, in the Wawa parking…

High Summer

By Clio Velentza

Their old landmarks are charred, the ashen sludge slips into her sandals. Find me at our pit, he’d said. Where…

Three Sprigs

By Kim Magowan

1. When planning your garden, be aware that certain herbs are highly invasive, and may overwhelm a garden, choking other…

It Came From the Bottom of the Lake (1954)

By Meghan Phillips

The Stuntman Cuts through the water like shears through velvet. Like an arrow through the apple on a little boy’s…

Epidemic

By Sarah Freligh

Because Davie Gray is protected by the blood of Jesus and his scripture-spouting pastor daddy, he stays in the classroom…

BASKETBALL: footnote¹

By Jonathan Andrew Perez

In the footnote: He read Basketball diaries, but he was Latino and he did not wear a shirt titled, Latinidad,…

Cosmic Micros 2020

By Neil Clark

Legacy My ancestors were star smugglers. Becoming a mule was their only way out of the darkness. They would hide…

CHRISTENINGS

By Sutton Strother

Bed A gift from Kayla’s father, who put her head through a wall when she said David Bowie was holier…

Moon Pillow

By Jennifer Wortman

After three days, my husband comes home with the moon pillow, still in its plastic. I don’t know how he…

Love Street Blues

By Meg Pokrass

I wanted to live on Love Street when I grew up. To steal paperbacks about salvation sex and hide them…

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