Author: phoebejournal

lIght bird

Matt Trease   This Light Within Dirt This living grid in midnight dining with tiny bird pickings this trick within thinking   Light Trip Within Bird Cry 1. within this lightning 2. with...

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Swallowing Needles

Melissa Wiley   Closer to Honey There were gold veins on her ceiling. If not gold, amber then, something resembling resin. They once were blue, the same as everyone else’s. Only so many years...

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MS Nocturne Without a Magician

Emily Rose Cole   Night of hacksaw wind & tick-fat moon, of dog groan & failed medication, night I’m filling with letters to the body I can’t sleep in: Dear body,     get your shit...

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Constellation of a Missing Girl

Anita Olivia Koester   after Jamaal May   Girl with glitter wings painted on either cheek, spread purple up cheek bones. Girl with pink ribbons tied to handle bars, girl with purple bike...

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cesarean vegetarian

Dylan Krieger   and then the oinklets wriggle out of me in all their mammary glamor, in their interminable gallows laugh of nothing left but bereft receptacles and pentacles that lift. on top of...

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Baggy

Aaron J. Housholder   They were old enough to have become nice boys, Jake and Jimmy, but somehow they had not. Their families would later describe them as upstanding young men who seemed so...

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Issue 46.2, Spring 2017

Table of Contents 2017 Spring Contest Results Fiction Award Judged by Patricia Park Winner: Ashley Morrow Hermsmeier, “Feeding Strays” Runner-Up: Victoria Saltz, “My Shopping List”...

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Handfast

Victoria Bosch Murray   This really happened. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway when she was three months pregnant, six years his senior. My sister loved quartz when she was still...

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a foreign couple

Laura Buccieri   eats ice cream in the snow in february in new york because they’re on vacation and nothing else matters except that they are not where they normally are something else is...

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The Tooth: a true story

Belle Boggs   My mother had marked the offending date on the calendar with a dark cloud and two jagged bolts of lightning. Raindrops fell from the eighth to the other days of the month—the...

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