Category: Online Issue Pieces

Go Long

I was several blocks away, kicking a soccer ball against a cinder block wall. In the hospital that evening I stood alone in the fluorescent hall. I didn't believe a bit of it. Was Gawk in the room...

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More of a Bowerbird

The word “benign” has several meanings. It can mean kindly or harmless. Or gentle – which is nice. I thought it also meant “sitting around doing nothing,” but this incorrect. If you are...

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Conjure Woman

Do not make bones at me // I are soonly calcified // I are knowing of death and of burial // making your spells // into mush words remember how to incant this // I are not black in my father's...

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Sedona Vortex

This is red rock sensibility: Laura picks feathers out of her hair and whispers, He loves me. He loves me not. Too much time is spent twisting spanners – a clock can be wound and rewound, but...

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Returning

Harry Newman   Denver, NY for that first year she told me she could only paint with black broad strokes more like sketching she saw only in outline an empty world of edges white showing through...

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Fat Studies

Colleen Abel   The word deviant. A lovely, leering word, its two keening e sounds and the snap shut of its final syllable. You would never guess this body harbors such linguistic loveliness....

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What to Expect When You’re Expecting

Nikki Reklitis First Things First He will walk towards you in a sky-blue shirt and you will know it’s him. His eyes will be wide and deep and beautiful. You will walk together past Mooney’s Bay,...

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our old house

Anna Krem My mother stands at the mirror in the bathroom of our old house, holding a cheap plastic palette of makeup she bought on clearance a year ago. She swabs at a square with the stubby black...

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Paw

Bill Moran 1. Oh yeah well my Grandpaw says, hey, hey my Pawpaw says: “When god spoke us into existence, he slurred and forgot his words. Wanted to say ‘bright’ but said ‘bone’ and here we...

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Keats by Glenmont Metro

Konstantin Kulakov   I. Metrorail. A spent, amber streetlight. There, a deer tearing at warm grass— a nauseous-sweet mist rising as from a Bangladeshi garden. Tomorrow, the sun will climb over...

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