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Pigeon Prayer

Pigeon Prayer By Erica Meurk   |  November 20, 2017
Whether to call them pigeons or doves is a matter of perspective. We humans made them all one family, then deemed the white ones symbols of peace and purity, while the grey took their place in tales of plague and war....

Paris Street; Rainy Day

Paris Street; Rainy Day By Rachel Anne Murphy   |  November 13, 2017
Back then, a woman of 17 could marry a man of 37 and the men would say, good for you, old chum, what a waist she's got, and the women would say, good for you, lucky duck, what lovely diamonds.

Lick Creek

Lick Creek By Sarah Marty-Schlipf   |  November 6, 2017
My niece Charli, eight years old, is crouched in the creek, peering into the sunlit shallows, her face and arms and loose gold curls spangled with light. Around her, the shaggy green woods are alive and trembling...

Soft Spot

Soft Spot By Lynne Nugent   |  October 30, 2017
A few weeks into my second son's infancy, I've noticed that when the lighting and angle are perfect, I can see his pulse on top of his head, at the place where the bones haven't yet fused....

Signs

Signs By Holly Willis   |  October 23, 2017
In the final week of my mother's life, a duck and her ducklings traveled by her bedroom window in a wobbly caravan, declining in number with each daily pass. (The cats, I suspect: ruthless.)...

Did You Notice Me?

Did You Notice Me? By Aaron Newman   |  October 16, 2017
Aunt Beverly was not my aunt at all. She was the family hairdresser and a friend of my mother's. She believed in God, but her allegiance was firstly to those around her...

Mentor of Cool

Mentor of Cool By Richard LeBlond   |  October 9, 2017
There were Beatniks and wannabes like me in 1959 Portland coffeehouses. We sipped espressos and listened to cool jazz, whatever that was. Too young and inexperienced to distinguish authentic from pretentious, I tried, impossibly, to be cool.

The Lesson

The Lesson By Jessica Jacobs   |  October 2, 2017
Only after the starter gun's snap, did my father burst from the port-a-potty...

Grateful

Grateful By Sarah Beth Childers   |  September 25, 2017
My boyfriend's Grandad is ninety-one. I met him after dementia had wrested his control of the family business and emptied his mind of vocabulary...

Mountains (repeat)

Mountains (repeat) By Erin Slaughter   |  September 18, 2017
It is always almost raining. That's something they never tell you about Seattle; they talk about the rain, but not the days the air holds its breath...

Filling Cupboards

Filling Cupboards By Danielle Madsen   |  September 11, 2017
You don't start out with coffee cups. You start with single-serve espressos and chai lattes at the coffee shop around the corner from your co-op. But a coffee together after work becomes morning coffee for two. And, suddenly, you've moved in together and have cupboards to fill....

Essay for My Five-Year-Old Daughter

Essay for My Five-Year-Old Daughter By Michael Torres   |  September 4, 2017
You wanted me to find you. So I interrogated the avocado tree, searched behind the broken Virgin Mary statue. Finally, I asked the sky for help...

River

River By Luba Feigenberg   |  August 28, 2017
It's after the intersection and just over the very small incline that the river first comes into view. The Boston skyline expands to my right, casting its shadow on the water.

Metaphor Lesson

Metaphor Lesson By Robert Hardy   |  August 21, 2017
There are three girls in Poetry Club.

Eavesdropping In Arizona

Eavesdropping In Arizona By Jason Bruner   |  August 14, 2017
"When you hear this language, you hear heaven," the bishop says. Smoldering frankincense snakes its way upward as the golden censer sways, riding the waves of chants sung from memory, from the marrow.

Night Song

Night Song By Wendy Fontaine   |  August 7, 2017
At the end of a raw, rainy day, I sit cross-legged in meditation on my bedroom floor, breathing in, breathing out, letting worry and weight dissolve into diminishing light.

The Museum of Broken Relationships (repeat)

The Museum of Broken Relationships (repeat) By Jonathan Starke   |  July 31, 2017
There's this letter on the wall in there that a young boy writes to a young girl during the Bosnian War. They meet at gunpoint, marching toward a van that will drive them to a war camp.

Here's What Happens (repeat)

Here's What Happens (repeat) By Catherine Klatzker   |  July 24, 2017
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE WAITING FOR MORE TEST RESULTS FOR THE SUSPICIOUS SHADOW ON YOUR HUSBAND'S CHEST X-RAY:

Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, Holy, Holy By Margaret Renkl   |  July 17, 2017
On the morning after my mother's sudden death, before I was up, someone brought a basket of muffins, good coffee beans, and a bottle of cream-- real cream, unwhipped-- left them at the back door, and tiptoed away. I couldn't eat.

Akathisia

Akathisia By Rijn Collins   |  July 10, 2017
The bartender called me the nickname I hadn't heard in a decade.

Reincarnation

Reincarnation By Kathryn Stinson   |  July 3, 2017
A radio interviewer asks an aging mystic, "What will you miss the most when you leave this world?"

Suspension

Suspension By Erin Ruble   |  June 26, 2017
We paddle to our campsite under blue skies, glancing at the horizon. Thunderheads boil upward from three directions.

Two Degrees

Two Degrees By Alan Rossman   |  June 19, 2017
I had to look it up in my old physics notebook, exhumed from its tomb of an ancient cedar chest and kept all these years as a talisman for time travel that the Internet could never touch.

Dinner Talk

Dinner Talk By Edvige Giunta   |  June 12, 2017
The asparagus grew in the Sicilian garden, and my mother made frittata that was sometimes lunch, sometimes dinner, sometimes snack...

This Is It

This Is It By Natalie Tomlin   |  June 5, 2017
1998. We stole it at night, one of us running across a lawn we had scoped out beforehand. With a firm kick, I popped it out neatly and ran away with it under my arm like a football, never really breaking my stride. The runaway car was there, waiting...

Reunion

Reunion By Scott Russell Morris   |  May 29, 2017
You were in the restroom, so you didn’t witness the reunion...

Shame and Drum

Shame and Drum By Robert W. Fieseler   |  May 22, 2017
In the Midwestern auditorium, a tired Richard Ford reads a fiction about Grand Central Station to a ticketed crowd as tired and sparse as his scalp. He is old and disappointed, and he is reading about old disappointment...

What Matters

What Matters By Isaac Yuen   |  May 15, 2017
Thursday is "Cosmic Night" at the space centre. I am waiting for three friends by the giant crab outside. The late George Norris designed the twenty-foot sculpture. Stainless steel pincers grasp for the sky.

Yield

Yield By Kelly Miller   |  May 8, 2017
Waiting at a red light after dropping off videos. I've nosed my car onto the cross walk, hoping it will trigger the light to change more quickly...

YES

YES By Michael Fischer   |  May 1, 2017
Anthony’s text just says, “YES.” I’ve decided to change my flight to Boston, to move it up five days. He’s floundering, just doesn’t sound right; the 25th could be too late. Sooner. Have to get there sooner...

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