Category: Online Issue Pieces

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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The Boy Who Almost Smiled

Wasima Khan Before there were boats, barbed wires, and frozen mornings in northern Europe, there was a courtyard in Aleppo where jasmine climbed the walls, and his sister sang to the birds. In the...

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Ignite

Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn.  Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed  with spotted loons...

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Hulk Princess Birthday Party

Sharon S.Y. Lee The birthday party has reached its frenzied apex and hurtles towards the cake cutting finale, but Sarah wishes that she could rewind time—before she set the party budget, before she...

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Ghazal Beginning with a Line by Frank O’Hara

Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love-  drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...

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The Venus of Oklahoma City

Leah Mullen Our grandmothers used to speak to the Old Goddesses—those like dimpled dough, eyeless and petrified. But our grandmothers had had options. And our goddess had had enough of voluptuous...

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