Tag: 55.2

The Stange Architecture of Things

Grace McGovern Watching Once Upon a Time in the West, I am stuck on the saloon door. Harmonica swells, bullets drop,  but forget that, watch the corner of the cloth screen, admire this gesture...

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Jupiter Window

Adriana Grant   train rings mumble an ocean, bumping octaves. a sink stops, over and over its O. before  away. (underwhelm, underfull, underheard, undermuch, underdone.) a  garage is an object in...

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DANIELO HOME MOVIES [Last night, in bed, I heard the ocean]

Ja’Net Danielo Last night, in bed, I heard the ocean. Myear against the pillow, I heard waves. Like the thick whoosh & pulse of a womb, in &out of my ear, it moved. I felt it in my...

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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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Robin Young

“Dinner for 2”collage “I Didn’t Invite Ewe”collage Artist Robin Young, based in Borrego Springs, California works in mixed media focusing mostly on collage and...

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Rebecca Wood

“Lump in My Throat”colored pencil on wooden board Rebecca Wood is a full-time teacher and a part-time artist living in Prescott, Arizona. She earned her MFA in Fiction at the University...

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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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A History of Smoking, Hit-and-Run, and Monsoon Season: A Flash Collection

Matthew Torralba Andrews A History of Smoking I miss when a visit to Tita Min’s house involved me holding a pretzel stick to my lips, mimicking my aunt, so confident and composed over her San...

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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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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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