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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…

Of Photography and Truth

By Jason Jackson

Image You’re always embarrassed in photographs, holding up your hand, saying wait, wait, and it’s your hair or your makeup…

Small Talk

By Marcelle Heath

Around the dining room, the guests make small talk. The talk of some is so small, it is quark-sized. Some…

Motherhood/Mouth

By Rita Ciresi

Mother is desperate.  Baby will not stop crying.  Her toothless maw quivers, her eyes slit, her cheeks squinch red.  Mother…

Almost There

By Pamela Painter

He hands me a place card, high rag-content, from our glittering table with someone else’s name in calligraphy so elegant…

All False Starts

By Pamela Painter

That the dog didn’t bark was the first sign.  Who acts like that, who, tell me who acts like that…

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