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What’s Wrong With Sienna?

By mandira pattnaik

You can probably imagine a husband-not-baby say he’s hungry, and the woman-his-wife Sienna hurry and scurry, her hands and fingers…

The Scientist

By Jenny Irish

Toodle-loo, Kangaroo The last known living slender crawfish died in a small pool (technically, a kitty litter box, but perfectly…

Raisin

By Sara Chansarkar

I wake up to your moaning while releasing yourself in the bathroom without bothering to run the faucet or the…

What You Wouldn’t Do

By Sarah Freligh

Metaphors for a Tumor Like a spaceship was flying through a meteor shower in her boy’s skull. Knock knock, he’d…

They Would Have Told You

By Melissa Llanes Brownlee

They would have told you not to go to that party. Bowls filled with candy and condoms. Tequila. Vodka. Rum.…

Forgiveness is a Seed

By Oyinkansola Sofela

“An enslaved African woman, unable to prevent her children’s sale into slavery, placed some rice seeds in their hair so…

Raising Rabbits

By F.E. Choe

After dinner, after you have wiped down her highchair, the tray, the peeling surface of the kitchen table, after you…

Burn It All Down

By Karen Jones

The cobweb-fine curtains blow in the wind, a storm gathers, the men work in the fields, the cat spits out…

Casual Pinch, 1992

By Alice Kaltman

*inspired by the photo “Candy Cigarette” by Sally Mann* Icy blue stare and perpetual pout. Blonde hair like a mini-Brigette…

Relict Communities

By Sara Wasson

We are the flowers who remember ice. We grew beside the glacier as it drew away, groaning. Raw stone lay…

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