Tag: 52.2

Van Lanigh

“Tea Party in the Mountains” Van Lanigh VAN LANIGH is a Russian artist based in the Netherlands. She had a tough childhood with abusive parents and made the first attempt to run from home when...

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Sometimes the Going

Leigh Claire Schmidli It’s not often the case, but we’re all hungry for dinner about the same time that night. Me and Anka, my landlady. Her fat-cat Bazo. We collide in the tiny kitchen, circling...

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Pastoral Fragment

Rachel RothenbergWinner of the 2023 Greg Grummer Poetry Prize Somerset County, Pennsylvania Half a cow is disappeared from the farm in Berlin, a two-ton Holstein, it makes  the paper. Gone the...

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Solve

Jeremy Griffin Runner-Up 2023 Spring Fiction Contest Rick is traveling east on his motorcycle at 45 miles per hour. Wind speed is 6 miles per hour. He left Sierra’s five minutes ago at 3:05 PM....

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Inheritance

Rebecca Faulkner I am trying to remember —  corners of your newspaper curled  in a November breeze, mothballs  in your herringbone tweed. Stubborn  grief, my coat pulled tight....

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All Bleeding Eventually Stops

Leslie Doyle My youngest brother, Jim, is looking really weird up there at the altar right now. Rocking on his heels nervously but also yawning like he’s about to fall asleep. As if he’d just...

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French Sardines

Rosa Lane After Emily Dickinson’s “Wild Nights — Wild Nights!” (249)              French sardines arrive from Boston, tin- plated. Maggie levers her can...

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How I love this world

Gretchen Filart           after Mary Oliver’s In Blackwater Woods I love this world  as I do my daughter at bedtime – skinned knees from sprinting  before she...

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No Wolves in the Woods

Jared Povanda When your sister married Charlie, you wanted to punch him. Do you remember the weight of my arms around your middle? That ficus in the huge terracotta pot scratching our faces? The hall...

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when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge

Elizabeth J. Wenger when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge dressed in tight yellow leather carving a katana through the script. blood squirts like hershey’s syrup from the screen //...

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