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Montserrat Andrée Carty

Where Does the Love Go? 1. A fiction: I’m walking down the street. A little girl with chestnut curls holds my hand. This tiny hand is...

Ann Guy

Nothing for Something In the book of fairytales that I’ve had since I was a little girl is a story called Hans in Luck. It’s...

Steph Liberatore

Haunted Your husband doesn’t come home right away after he’s dropped your daughter off at school. Normally, he’s back in 10 minutes, in time for...

LC Gutierrez

Ass Wipe Gold 1- In Spain they call it “papel higienico,” hygienic paper. A couple walks down the street in my Madrid neighborhood and the...

Robin Silbergleid

Points of View / Essais Once, late fall, someone I love drove a car up to a farmhouse where they didn’t live; someone I...

Sue William Silverman

At the Apollo Theatre, St. Thomas, circa late-1950s My father sexually misloved me growing up, but that’s another story. Or is it? This is about Marko...

Karen Offitzer

Oxygen Thief Years later, when I heard the details of my father’s death, I imagined a different ending: instead of trying to exit the truck...

Marianne Worthington

They Will Wave Their Fronds The mimosa trees surge toward the roads by late May. All is green. Their fronds wave as women might wave a church...

Cade Mason

reflections on an image of a place we once called home It's what we see (some tail-end specter of evening's dying light, brown wood trimming...

Heidi Fettig Parton

Centipedes, etc. Centipedes (excellent predatory arthropods) inflict venomous bites through pincer-like appendages. See also scorpions. In the fall of 2001, I was on the exit ramp...

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