waking girls

SUIYI TANGNovember 13, 2019

she woke up selfishly. as if cloistered by a hardened bowl, her mind thrashed, its soft edges driving into knots of yellowed ceramic. each hit a knot unto itsel...

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A Lesson in Meteorology

L. SovieroNovember 11, 2019

The Santiago kid committed suicide that morning. Two men had to carry Santiago’s mother out to a car. Maria said when people got that sad their legs stopped wor...

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Fucking Running for President

Mir -YasharOctober 23, 2019

I drop F bombs on the campaign trail when points don’t come through. Fucking deplore economic inequality in Dubuque, fucking deplore right-wing fundamentalism. ...

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Everywhere

Elliot HarperSeptember 3, 2019

Come with me, he said. “Where do you want me to go?” I asked him. Everywhere, he said. “Everywhere?” I asked. Yes everywhere, stop repeating me, he said. “Oh ok...

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The Secret Life of Spoons

Phebe JewellAugust 26, 2019

With my round, smooth-bottomed hull, my wide-ribbed belly, I was made for love. We take turns, you and I, filling and being filled. You open a jar, lift a lid, ...

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Three Flat Stanley Stories

Jennifer A. HowardAugust 21, 2019

Ted Bundy would have loved Flat Stanley’s mom her long straight dark hair parted in the middle. She would have been Midwestern helpful if he needed her to ca...

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My Valedictorian Speech if I Was Valedictorian

Jeana MahanAugust 16, 2019

I had a best friend. Her name was Hannah. Hannah and I met on the playground at the River City Public park. As the years went on, I got to know the quirks and ...

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Straw Foil Hat

Evan NichollsAugust 12, 2019

Back when there were people around, I would blow my moped through town, then ride on and dart between bales of alfalfa. Neighbors called me the crazy crazy daug...

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Thirty Things I No Longer Buy

Sahana AhmedAugust 8, 2019

Alcohol: It triggers my anxiety. I drink sencha. BYOB. Apps: What I have is what I use. Notifications are off. I like to be present in the moment. Bag...

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Still Life of Boy and Skull

Jared PovandaJuly 3, 2019

  1.   The boy found the skull sitting between his mother’s rosebushes, bottom jaw stained red with mulch. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t anythi...

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Finding Freedom Through Faith; Cursed Devotion; Cartography

Tara Wine-QueenJune 6, 2019

Finding Freedom through Faith After the assault, he started reading Bible verses. He tried to find answers within that would resolve the sickness of his mind. ...

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Portable

Ashton CarlileMarch 13, 2019

I am who many people are: a person quite comfortable in their time zone, with a soul lodged inside of me somewhere, woven through my rib cage maybe if you want ...

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Unless You’re a Narcissist, You’re Not Truly Loved by Anyone

Simon PinkertonMarch 13, 2019

Not forever anyway. Never forever. The most repeated and perfect piece of advice given to parents of small children is “enjoy it while it lasts”. The most...

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Someone, Somewhere Else

Jessalyn JohnsonFebruary 7, 2019

Sitting alone with my back against the wall I watch people walk in and out of the little store, periodically checking my phone to see if it’s charged enough yet...

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A Drowning  : a collaborative work by Alexandra Kulik and Julian Senn-Raemont

Alexandra Kulik and Julian Senn-RaemontFebruary 5, 2019

Maybe it’s my birthday. I feel a head taller, but still shorter than the rest.  I take the train into the city, a sort of fist bumping, rebellious celebration, ...

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The Footlong Con

Ryan DaltonFebruary 5, 2019

“Just give it to me!” he impatiently barked, as though this were a surgical incision and not an artfully crafted sandwich, as though I could just close it up as...

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BRODY THE CLASSICIST

Avee ChaudhuriJanuary 27, 2019

I used to teach high school and my favorite student by far was Brody Philips. He was not particularly bright, but one day, the spring of his junior year, he cam...

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Exit, Pursued by a Bear

John KuligowskiJanuary 14, 2019

I say “Abrogate,” and one of the twinjet engines explodes. The passenger beside me, with whom I’d been discussing recent mutations in particularly virulent str...

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I’m Pretty Sure I Know What’s Going to Happen Today

David KrebsDecember 21, 2018

A shop will be a spacecraft and the sales jargon will be aliens’ best attempt to understand and be understood and we’ll be traveling while we’re inside the shop...

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I Am Afraid of Virginia Woolf

Clara PaivaNovember 21, 2018

I don’t want to be here when it starts to rain were the first words you stung me with. I led my fingers to my hair and you said we had time for a few drinks bef...

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Watching the Brett Kavanaugh Hearings on Mute

Alex PickensNovember 20, 2018

A woman wanders into the room, uncertain where she is or why, but a professional team of scriptwriters comes to her aid. The major networks cut to the full are...

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A short story in which a boy becomes lost from his mother in a supermarket, wanders out the door, and comes upon an identical mother in an identical supermarket

Molly Oberstein-AllenNovember 19, 2018

The glass in the door of the milk refrigerator was heavier than he thought it would be when it shattered. One minute looking at the variously cartoon-like cows ...

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Post-Postmodernism in Practice/Process

Ian Drew ForsythOctober 23, 2018

The postmodernist couldn't drink a cup of coffee yesterday. The post-structuralism of such an act was far too overwhelming. The postmodernist couldn't get a dat...

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I Love Tacos

Jason GiltnerOctober 22, 2018

i love tacos   “That’s great, Jane. But why do you love tacos?”   Jane had sat back at her desk. Mrs Clifford was standing in front of the class. ...

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Day in the Manner of Magritte

Austin Sanchez-MoranJuly 26, 2018

There is a man in a charcoal wool suit who parks his black Mini in a tall concrete car park in the middle of a sheep farm in Devon, England. He walks out into a...

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He Admitted It.

Steve AnwyllJuly 10, 2018

Some bitch jabs me in the ribs with an elbow. I squeal like a pig. Then without breaking pace. Running across the orange tiled platform. Towards the idling trai...

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In Defense of Lee Harvey Oswald (Or at Least my Mother)

Michael O'NeillMay 30, 2018

I was watching the Zapruder film in my parents’ basement in Houghton when the screen of my laptop froze black. A snapshot of my face was taken, then displayed w...

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INFESTATION

Melody Chang SnyderMay 29, 2018

I   I’m in the basement of the Sharon house. I feel mostly like my present self but the house is as it was when I was a teenager. Same gray carpet, s...

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Reverie

Mir -YasharMay 21, 2018

Nick smokes a joint in the sauna. He feels a deep and dreamy release. The smoke and steam are like being in a timeless mist. The world is behind him, his mother...

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When I Fall off the Cliff

Leila RegisterApril 12, 2018

What she decided at the sandwich shop, not with total certainty, but with some, is that this time in her life would be defined by fine experiences. She is fine,...

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