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People Present on Carnaby Street on a Saturday Afternoon in Early May

By Matt Kendrick

Four murderers, one of them with horn-rimmed glasses. A steady flow of pushchair mothers who divert to left or right…

The Girl Made of Dirt

By Dawn Miller

The other girls laugh when she struggles to stand up in the ditch, her mouth edged with dirt. She braces…

The Mass Blinding of Sclera, Wyoming

By Hannah Zhang

The town scalper says he lost his eyes at the supermarket. Left them on a shelf in the toothpaste aisle,…

Moths

By Ola W. Halim

—finally, it is night and you wrench the bulb from the porch ceiling and all the moths plop to the…

Fire and Sea

By Melissa Llanes Brownlee

I laugh at your need to keep your knees covered, shorts too long, pants too short, colors muted and dark.…

When The Birds Go Quiet

By Noémi Scheiring-Oláh

When the birds go quiet, the girls stop walking. The air around them is glassy and pale, like a glass…

Hometown Johnnies

By Myna Chang

It was the night Johnny came back to town, one of those pent-up summer nights when the sky trembled heavy…

Fact of Nature

By D.E. Hardy

You could think of it as an evolutionary advancement. Steelheads can spawn multiple times, whereas their salmon kin buck their…

Muse

By Emily Anderson Ula

I have this dream: We’re back in the church of Santa Margherita de Cerchi. You’ve written a letter to Beatrice…

Friend Suggestion

By Andrea Lynn Koohi

Why not the boy from high school with the red hair and freckled skin? Classmates said he liked you, said…

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