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Oscillation

Sayantani Dasgupta Runner-Up, 2014 Creative Nonfiction Award  I. When I was nine years old, I read Swiss Family Robinson, and it exploded my imagination. At that time, my family and I lived in a...

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Aspiration

Anna B. Sutton The nurse is small, chubby and folded over the desk like laundry folded then forgotten. She’s wearing worn pink scrubs and frameless glasses under a bowl-cut of thinning brown curls....

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Forensic Biography and the Art of the Screenwriter

Ray Shea paperHere is one thing I do know: I didn’t write down enough of this when it was happening, and now there is nobody I can ask. This is why I am trying to piece together, from the available...

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Three Buses

Natalia Holtzman paperIt’s wartime in Yugoslavia and Haso is searching through a local village. He goes into one of the houses and finds an old lamp. Just as he wraps a hand around this lamp, a...

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The Dancer and the Demigods

Noelle Catharine Allen Personal History THE DANCER AND THE DEMIGODS by Leonard Geist Leonard Geist, our beloved friend and contributor to this magazine, passed away in his sleep this month. He was a...

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How Woman Inherits the Earth

Gabriella R. Tallmadge Come some blood, some gristle. Let myself be unfurled, red tongue rolled out, wine-thick, a wave. Speak myself into existence. Open wide the cage inside me, survey my boning,...

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Swap

dawn lonsinger Winner, 2014 Greg Grummer Poetry Award paperSay what you will about the car-choked streets, how no one can walk on the sidewalks because they are covered with cheap goods, but all I...

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I Hear News You’re in Helmand Province

Gabriella R. Tallmadge In your last letter, you said you’re living at Kajaki Dam, where the Helmand River is a muscular sash. Mostly, you see sandbags in the windows and watch the thin shoulders of...

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The Survival of What Remains

Michael Lee In the desert, the heat itself is a thief and steals rain from the body. The stone, red as a bloodshot eye. The dawn opens like a hinge. A single raven bows from a fence post again and...

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Pie Girl

Steph Kilen Winner, 2014 Fiction Award Must be a little over a year now I’ve been in the basement. Just me and the Swede, or whatever he is, I’m just assuming. He doesn’t talk. He can hear, but...

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