Tag: 54.1

Roadkill

Naomi Brauner After the moose, I had to reverse down the mountain. The road twisted under my tires until I found a turnout where I could straighten my truck and fly. I practiced the breathing my...

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Daughterhood as Blood Oath

Mary Maxfield My mother taught me silence like a secret handshake, more muscle memory than vow. When asked about her now, a hush entangles fingers, slaps, knocks fists. I say everything but this. She...

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Young Tommy Jones

Grant Jensen Young Tommy Jones is building a boat on dry land.  The closest lake is a two-hour drive on a good day, but he says he doesn’t care and that he’ll wait for the rain to fall and...

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Poised Between Two Doors

Simone Muench & Jackie K. White Joyce Mansour assemblage Asleep like mud in enclosed gardens     earth glitters with December’s          phantom collar as the...

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The World’s Tallest Filing Cabinet

Carl Lavigne They say it knows when you’ll die. Everyone’s got a file in every drawer. The higher you climb the more accurate the file gets. Bottom few levels it’s just a sheet of paper with...

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Haibun for when my father does yoga for the first time

Rukan Saif The last time I saw my father this close to God was when the doctors cut open his chest and took his heart into their palms and named it lost. So when he declines the call to prayer for...

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Forbidden Fruit

Shreya Fadia They say that when you’re pregnant, fetal cells migrate through the placenta, embedding themselves into the interior fabric of you, the process a sort of colonization, the result a...

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My girlfriend threw up on every carnival ride we went on, without exception

Katie Jean Shinkle The lights of the carousel blink once twice in distress.     You are on main stage dressed in all-black to blend in, to never be seen. Instead, I squirrel you away my...

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The Second Handle

Cila Warncke Content Warning: This essay contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: sexual assault.   Everything has two handles, one by which you can carry it, the other...

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Offertory

Brian Woerner I put my bloody tooth on a plate, spin it for luck. If there were two, I could rattle them like dice. I think my tooth is rooting for me. Little compass, I spin it again to commune with...

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