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ZORAN by Alex Barr

Alex Barr ZORAN Even in the distance you looked foreign. Hair frizzed up above a frown, clown’s blob of a nose. Going very slowly, considering the relationship of the bicycle to each building you passed. Yes, a frown—you were always…

ACCIDENTAL ROOMMATES by Elaine Chekich

Elaine Chekich ACCIDENTAL ROOMMATES I hardly knew Quibble when I started sleeping on his couch. We’d served under Lt. Pablo in Afghanistan, but mostly we were on different details and didn’t hang much. Lt. Pablo was a hero in living…

BEDSIDE by Victoria Korth

Victoria Korth BEDSIDE When I say darkness, I mean everything I don’t understand, my mother’s breath in mine before I was born. In the dark, her breath pauses and mine goes on, pacing in its neutral candor. Can it be…

BODY DOUBLE by Autumn H. Thomas

Autumn H. Thomas BODY DOUBLE A productivity strategy often used by people with ………….inattentiveness adj. ………….………….pollen sticking to stigma ………….………….brushed by genetic chance ………….………….the limb of the bumblebee ………….………….lackadaisically’d rigour mortis Coming home to the mansion of my mind Unable…

FLAME by Kate E. Lore

Kate E. Lore FLAME The flame tastes rock but they don’t like it. Spit and sputter, they leave behind a black trail burn, an imitation of shadow, crude like a child’s drawing. The dead leaves are good, and paper, but…

TWO POEMS by Brooke Harries

Brooke Harries TWO POEMS Transformer Miss him, …………or drinking coffee in bed, reading with a lamp at the bedside. Read an interview with Lou Reed. The one …………where he stops answering by saying Nothing I feel like talking about. Make…

WHERE HAS AMELIA GONE WHERE HAS SHE BEEN by Kindall Fredricks

Kindall Fredrickswhere has amelia gone where has she been amelia quiet      as an attic ……………………….where is she?     where is she? we crawl into her and chew ………………………………………………..make a clergy ………….of our teeth          we search god hung over us          fat and…

BABY DOLL by Marlene Tholl

Marlene Tholl BABY DOLL Shanty Point Labor Day. Surging swells, pale over dark, an outlook off into forever. My husband Augustus was surfcasting for striper with an eel on the hook. He pointed out the now mostly submerged rocks that…

TRASH by Rick Andrews

Rick Andrews TRASH I’ve got bags full of trash she touched: a pamphlet from a state fair pumpkin carving booth. The pithy tops to Snapple bottles and Jones sodas. Maps, maps of museums, of Delaware, of Boston, maps of Paris,…

MS. ROBBERS by J. Bradley Minnick

J. Bradley Minnick MS. ROBBERS Ms. Robbers taught seventh-grade Spanish at Mann Middle School and was the reason for Bernie Markee’s infamy. Ms. Robbers was white, tall, unmarried, called herself a “Progressivist,” and believed she spoke Castilian Spanish perfectly, pronouncing…

APPETITE by Meg LeDuc

Meg LeDuc APPETITE I have an insatiable appetite for self-loathing. I hate my body’s neediness, the way it presses its wants upon me, always petitioning for more, more, more. I hate my fat body that medications have distended, ballooned. I…

WE LAUGH by MaxieJane Frazier

MaxieJane Frazier WE LAUGH After Sarah Freligh When we’re twenty, we laugh and laugh. For the men surrounding us as if we’re gold at the end of a rainbow. For the slurred compliments and bestial breath. From the corner booth:…

BAD LOVE JR. by Mike Itaya

Mike Itaya BAD LOVE JR. It was unseasonable noon in August, and I already missed the tangy summer where everything grew like weeds and everyone who was anyone got twitchy pants. Up at Ezekiel Remedial School, I was a no-show…

Captain Jonah by Finley Foster

Finley K Foster CAPTAIN JONAH I miss the set up and the punchline, but all around the table people are laughing. I can’t force a laugh, not a believable one, so I throw on a face, one that says “gotta…

FAIRY SHRIMP by Richard Parisio

Richard Parisio FAIRY SHRIMP In my first year of teaching ………………………I led my seventh graders to the woods ………..to study vernal pools. Study? No—to stare ………………………………….astonished at what we found: plump transparent one inch freshwater shrimp ………………………………………………sidestroked across a black…

THREE MICROFICTIONS by Kathryn Silver-Hajo

Kathryn Silver-Hajo THREE MICROFICTIONS The Divide I hadn’t spoken with Grandma since she went into assisted living. I missed visiting her lemon-and-love-infused apartment at holidays, our weekly calls. Now we chatted about my MFA program, the Haitian nurse who snuck…

ANGELA by Federico Escobar

Federico Escobar ANGELA He got to the bus stop trailed by wet footsteps that merged with the night. His Converse shoes squished as he walked, and his drenched denim jacket clung to a watery button-down with its belly buttons missing.…

2024 Creative Nonfiction Contest

ANNOUNCING Cleaver’s 2024 Short Creative Nonfiction Contest Creative nonfiction is a genre of exploration into ourselves, our society, and our world. We invite short works that explore life in its dualities: memory and imagination, self and society, perfection in flaws,…

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