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Port Angeles, Summer, 2009

there is an abandoned house at the edge of my grandparents’ property line, behind a fence, barbed and electric. wheatgrass blends into the overgrowth, red fescue, thistle, knotweed. my grandfather...

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protostar

jael jean I was inside of my mind the other day. Saw my late father smack Sawyer upside the head. Saw my older brother retreat further behind his ribcage. There were times that he bared it –...

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Dios le pague

Anna María del Pilar Suben Corto, calvo, tuco. En San Salvador era mecánico; trabajaba en tornos. Eso decía su cédula de los 70s. No sabe su nombre. Dice que lo olvida.1   I read him his name...

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Rebecca Wood

“Lump in My Throat”colored pencil on wooden board Rebecca Wood is a full-time teacher and a part-time artist living in Prescott, Arizona. She earned her MFA in Fiction at the University...

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A History of Smoking, Hit-and-Run, and Monsoon Season: A Flash Collection

Matthew Torralba Andrews A History of Smoking I miss when a visit to Tita Min’s house involved me holding a pretzel stick to my lips, mimicking my aunt, so confident and composed over her San...

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Below Parallel

Aurora Bodenhamer I didn’t learn how to read until I was twelve. In my first film, Love in a Blameless Land or How I Gambled It All Away, I was cast to play an intellectually disabled child. My...

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Unsolicited Malady

Danielle Bradley Patricia was waiting to hear if her kidney stone was large enough to be surgically removed. It was the first thing, the kidney stone being too big to safely pass through her urethra,...

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The Players

Sarah Destin I could see them across the lawn, sitting in a lopsided circle by the water, so I waved and walked toward them, slowly, glancing down occasionally to avoid goose shit. I would just stay...

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In the Dissonance

Maggie Hart THIRTY-FOUR DAYS BEFORE The woman entered the confessional room that Saturday afternoon without any shame or chagrin, an abnormality for a sinner at reconciliation. She slammed the door...

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Yellow

T.C. Martin2026 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner Today you are thinking that to be fat is to feel an inscrutable connection to the color yellow. It was there, on the side. In a little white ceramic...

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