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…

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…

From the Editor

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Brian Doyle   Thanks for your submission to the magazine. I’m honored that you thought to give us the chance to read it. It doesn’t quite fit here, though, thus this note, to say, as gently and courteously as possible, no. We decline, we demur, we retreat from the idea of acceptance. In some cases…

The Body in Motion

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Anna Potter   1.           At sixteen years old, I have “never been kissed,” a phrase I find politically and personally loathsome. I am six feet tall, capable of biking eighty miles a day—I do not require someone else to impose kissing onto me. One day, at the local park, a…

Secret

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Ira Sukrungruang   My father had a porno collection. Because I was alone most of the night—my parents worked the night shift—I was in the habit of snooping through their desks and drawers. At ten, I didn’t know pornos existed. I don’t even recall why I was searching through my parents’ belongings, only that it…

Inheritance

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Anne Panning   —from my mother: her measuring tape, golden and waxy, spiraled from storage in her sewing basket. It’s a gangly ten-footer, built for quilts and bridal veils; I wear it like a boa around my neck on rainy days that won’t let up. I wear it like she wore it only not the…
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