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…

THE POD by Nicole Brogdon

Nicole BrogdonTHE POD I never felt enough eyes on me, never enough love. Never enough arms, wrapping round my body. Nor hands, chopping vegetables for soup. Not enough healthy backs, moving my furniture. More hands, putting on clean sheets—floral sheets,…

THE BACK NINE by Kim Magowan

Kim MagowanTHE BACK NINE The email is from Marianne’s boarding school classmate Harrison McBee, then captain of the lacrosse team, now an investment banker living with his husband in Manhattan; the subject heading is “Sad News.” Reluctantly, Marianne opens it.…

BABY, SWEETHEART, HONEY by Katie Tonellato

Katie TonellatoBABY, SWEETHEART, HONEY Honorable Mention of the 2024 Cleaver Emerging Artist Award When I was young, they called me baby, sweetpea, honey, cherry pie, chubs. So often they called me these things, that when they called me my name,…

SALT PAINT by Claudia Monpere

Claudia MonpereSALT PAINT Tina and her sister, Meredith, are painting cats on the six-foot cardboard coffin. Tuxedo cats, tortoiseshells, tabbies, Maine Coons. Meredith is the real artist. Tina should have left her to it, sick of her sister offering advice…

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…

EXHUME by Sofia Drummond-Moore

Sofia Drummond-MooreEXHUME The bog body lies on the light table like an oil spill made flesh.   Curled on his side, knees drawn up, Avril can see the outlines of his once-bones under skin like leather. She can also see the…

AQUACULTURE QUARTET by Jess Yuan

Jess YuanAQUACULTURE QUARTET [1] to explain eyestalk ablation imagine floating mid face fallopian tube connecting to the ocular nerve ………….in your shrimp body ………….eroded by a losing economy overextending, deteriorating because blindness makes more babies in her ………….she grows fertile…

LIGERTOWN: HERALDIC ATTITUDE by Susan Goslee

Susan GosleeLIGERTOWN: HERALDIC ATTITUDE Ligertown —Idaho, 1995  Heraldic attitude —Photograph of lion 9 Goldenrod lines the creek like torches lighting the road to a garrison. Narrow banks shortbread-mold the lion’s spine and chest, but his red-gold mane floats out as…

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…

AT ELEVATION by Ariana Kelly

Ariana KellyAT ELEVATION In mid-June after my sophomore year at Yale, I took a Greyhound bus from New Haven, Connecticut to Boise, Idaho for $59.00. The ride took three-and-a-half days, during which two people were kicked off in Ohio for…

SOMETIMES WE SPEAK TO OURSELVES by Peter Grandbois

Peter GrandboisSOMETIMES WE SPEAK TO OURSELVES in dead things   other times   we fit too many   bodies   into the meadow where the elk   whistle and stamp   it’s strange this book   of burning   leaves where snow   sometimes settles   inside like prayer   other…

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.…

HOSPICE INTAKE by Luke Koesters

Luke KoestersHOSPICE INTAKE I close my eyes and jump / off a stone pointed cliff. / I’m back to falling / into the gulch below La Quebrada. / I was high diving / only four months ago. / I open…

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