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Chloe Hanson

My Therapist Asks Me To Explain Why I Re-write Fairy Tales The wood-and-plastic fort in my backyard doesn’t exist anymore. No child will ever climb to the platform...

Josh Luckenbach

The Storm An hour before it arrived, the storm that blew in last night hadn’t even been in the forecast, but as we were getting...

Gwenyth Wheat

A Prayer for Sweet Dreams All of us gather around the coffee table where our glasses of beer sweat moons onto stolen coasters. In this room we...

Jonathan Fletcher

On Watching My Nephew Trying to Save a Downed Sparrow Perched at the kitchen island,I did not hear the soft thud.I did not hear the...

Brian Czyzyk

On Election Night, I Reach for My Partner’s Hand in bed. Try to sleepby concentrating on the pulsethat shudders through the thick, bluerivers along his arms. I...

Kathleen McGookey

Falling Fast in the Quiet Dusk falls over the field as wispy clouds transform into a solid mass. While darkness lingers in bare trees that...

John A. Nieves

 Bildungsroman: Climate Control When the air kicked on, I used to pretend it was the breath of everything near by that just died: bugs, birds, the way people...

Joshua McKinney

Darkling So little cause for carolings . . . —Thomas Hardy Fervorless as every spirit huddled before a screen, I sat. Unaware, I idly hoped when I should have been...

Sarah Brockhaus

Homology This afternoon I dreamt all the leaves felloff my plant and I gathered up the leftover body into a tight bunch, pulled up the rootsto...

Laura Sackton

Crying Ghazal Human bodies are mostly made of water, so it’s easy to spend a year crying.Today the streets are rolling with people & song...

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