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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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Jumaana Abdu 2025 Fiction Contest Winner Luqmān waited until Hābil was dead before he took stock of their camp. There was an eagle at the mouth of the cave with a brown snake under its claw. It...
“As far as half the way to the Gateway” Analog photograph, black and white “As far as half the way to the Gateway” Analog photograph, black and white Phi Phi AN is a...
Jordan Hamel Fraternal twin rivers womb the memorial plaza. A town in utero, pet food cannery, chapel of ease, hockey rink, camping store. We carried folding chairs to the oxbow behind the...
James Gianetti My parents struggle to tell me something while we have Christmas dinner. They avoid it between cleared throats, sips of wine, and futile conversation about inflation and how warm it is...
Under a Rising Tide Digital photography No Further North Digital photography Briana Gervat is a poet, photographer, and art historian. She is the author of two travel memoirs: Mosaic and I Once Was a...
Kate Garcia and I want to be hot. I want to be hot in a girl way and a boy way. A bot way. A seventeen-year-old way and like my mom. So hot that the wheels fall off—I’m out of control! So hot I...
