Lesbos

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Sina Queyras   What still remains a mystery is how she managed to put away the entire midday meal that I left her, Ted, and Bill. –Dido Merwin How should I remember her? She fired her warning shots across the bow. Pitied my childlessness did she? My face lifts? My house in France? Things were…

Wait

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Randon Billings Noble   wait|wāt| verb [ no obj. ] List I paced a room, a neighborhood Ate a party-sized bag of ripple chips Whispered “Heathcliff” in the dark Hit myself in the face with a copy of Wuthering Heights I shaved off more body hair than I should have Painted my nails dark and…

Wonder

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Sean Lovelace   Above western France, James Franco tumbled (more sucked out actually) from a C-82 cargo plane and spinning, spinning, through strands of torn cotton, whirls of luggage-shaped clouds, flakes of snow, soups and footballs and marshmallows and wispy, white ropes like the starting cords of mowers, etc., etc., spinning, falling (140 mph now)…

Jill Magi, from “SPEECH”

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Jill Magi                 her heat rose as she stepped out in front of herself as the American Medical Association fatally weakened the drive for socialized medicine by 1949, she locked the second lock of her door as the attempt to revive the Fair Employment Practices Commission was defeated,…

Undergrowth

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Miranda Schmidt   When the two people come into the woods, they bring their noise with them. They crackle old leaves in new hiking boots, snap pictures and laugh as they point at birds and flowers. But, as they move deeper into the forest, they begin to turn quiet. They begin to tread softly. They…

This Story

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Jill Christman   Here is the so-called dead grandmother story the teacher told us not to write. Everybody has one.   Once upon a time there was a shy, bookish, bespectacled girl with a larger than life grandmother who cast bags and bags of chocolate eggs across the dewy grass at Easter and whom the…

Issue 46.1, Fall 2016

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Table of Contents Special Feature: Coruscation Editor’s Note from Robbie Maakestad Poetry Collier Nogues, “Aunt Burn (O.E.D.)” Jill Magi, from SPEECH Sueyeun Juliette Lee, “for who performs not practical work nor makes experiments will never attain to the least degree” Jon Woodward, “Something More Like a Sex Spreadsheet” Sina Queyras, “Lesbos” Fiction Kim Chinquee, “Getting…

Aunt Burn (O.E.D)

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Collier Nogues 1. Of fire: she remembers sitting with her father at the upstairs hearth, before they had a furnace. Not the conflagration of the high school, not the brick church burning. Not the Duck Hill men blowtorched just before her birth. To be born white in the state of Mississippi is to be born…

Getting High on Pop

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Kim Chinquee   At the auction I wear a bright pink tank top and walk around in my bare feet. I touch my face. I’m so hot that my teeth hurt. People stand around a flatbed, where the auctioneer, who I’ve seen many times this week, stands in his jeans and plaid button-down, doing his…
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