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Killer

Killerby Ambika Thompson Remember when we drove out to the coast to see that whale carcass? my sister asked on the sixth or tenth call I’d had with her that week. I did remember. We didn’t have a car so our mother used the rest of that month’s welfare cheque on a taxi to take […]

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The Last Polling Station Reporting

The Last Polling Station ReportingBy Jenny Ferguson I’m watching him at the bus stop. Smells like piss, but this is the only place out of the rain, under here. It’s bright too. The pixels of the advertising screen glow. Next to me, the trashcan’s overfull. He’s the come back kid, so they say. The man […]

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Surrey, 1976

Surrey, 1976by Sina Queyras Michael’s eyebrows arched perfectly. I was sitting in the McDonald’s on 152nd with my brother, Jerry, the first time we met. He came in with Diane Foster, who looked the same as she did a year or so ago when she and I were best friends with Corinna. She was wearing […]

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Longhand

Longhand (Excerpt from The Matriarchs) by Carleigh Baker Ember draws a portrait of Mademoiselle Morin on the foursquare courts with a piece of stolen chalk. The cement is crumbly and hasn’t been a good place to play games for years, which makes it a fine location for sidewalk art. She is technically alone, though the […]

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Kiss Me

Kiss MeKathryn Kuitenbrouwer “And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.” — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass She’s standing there, waving, and saying, “Good-bye,” and all the while, she’s thinking, Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, and she can feel the tears streaming down her face, despite the fact […]

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Up in Light

Up in LightDaniel Takeshi Krause We had to take a step, hold a pose, take a step, hold a pose, on and on like that to get anywhere.  It was like pouring glass.  Standing in someone’s home like a misplaced garden statue, watching the dust settle, it was hard not to think about who might’ve […]

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Hillary Leftwich

Bigger The peaches and apples in the grocery store today are huge. I put a quarter up to give a reference of size but it became lost in the galaxy that is Huge Fruit. I asked a few other shoppers if they were alarmed at how big the fruit is today but they just stared […]

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At Work

At WorkSteven Dunn Sarah said my sister’s name, Sha’Queesha, was a made-up name. As if the name Sarah floated from the sky with a snowflake and her mom caught it on her tongue and it dripped pure onto the crown of Sarah’s then unnamed baby head. Hunter hung his Seasons Greetings sign on the cubicle […]

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Thirteen

ThirteenRyan Bradford The day the man appears in the field, Mama says, “Oh no.” Out in the field, there’s the grass. There’s where the cows used to roam. Far off, there’s a tree. Just one tree. And now, a man. He’s as tall and thin and crooked as that tree. Too far away to see […]

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George Bull

George Bull from Buckskin Cocaine Erika T. Wurth For some reason it’s the sound of the big, grey van door sliding shut on her face that dusty night in August that I can’t get out of my head. Not that I give a fuck. I mean, I was on speed and coke and that little […]

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berlin : sky waving goodbye

berlin : skin waving goodbye excerpt from My Red Heaven lance olsen Every evening the dead gather on rooftops across the city. Bodies, sexes, injuries, illnesses shed, they become aware over and over again their lives are going on somewhere else without them. Maybe they imagine others taking up where they left off, Anita Berber […]

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METALHEAD

METALHEAD AT THE MALL W. Todd Kaneko Metalhead swaggers through the mall, a giant crumpled and stuffed into a sixteen-year-old boy’s scrawny frame. His parents say his sister tried to smother him with a pillow when he was a baby, so now he refuses to be suffocated. He needs to take up space, so the […]

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Every Living Thing in the Desert is Afraid

Every Living Thing in the Desert is Afraid Julia Dixon Evans   “Are you ready?” Samir asks, not looking up from his phone. “It’s not time,” I say, zipping up my pack. “We have to wait until night.” “I’m looking at that blog you sent me,” he says. “This woman is so full of herself.” […]

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Belljarred

Belljarred Lee Ann Roripaugh At fourteen, you were completely obsessed with The Bell Jar. Of course, you loved the wry, fucked-up voice of Esther Greenwood, but mostly you were obsessed with the way the book so coolly articulated the possibilities of an exit strategy. You didn’t know anything about exit strategies at fourteen, but when […]

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