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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...

Kinetic Energy

Kinetic Energy By Sam Brighton   |  April 24, 2017
Weeks after California first legalized queer marriages but before the voters snatched them away in 2008, my girlfriend introduced me to the dyke march...

Saturday Night

Saturday Night By Don Dussault   |  April 17, 2017
Every day I flash on scenes and sounds of Fallujah. There are ways of grounding them...

Kerria

Kerria By Jenny Apostol   |  April 10, 2017
“Cheerful!” she said, “What is it?” Then recognizing the compact rows of marigold trophies lining spray upon spray arcing over the yard, “Oh, kerria, that was my mother’s favorite.” A moment of silence for one mother’s mother gone twenty years...

Bottled Memories

Bottled Memories By Stephanie Eardley   |  April 3, 2017
Golden jars glisten. Forty-nine quarts of autumn ripeness and summer’s bronze made sweet by the kiss of blizzards to come. Like a mother waiting for the reassuring cry of her newborn, I pine for the pop of jars sealing...

A Dress for the Wedding

A Dress for the Wedding By Lisa Romeo   |  March 27, 2017
You are modeling dresses and your husband votes for the one with the bouncy hem and V-neck. "It shows your nice cleavage!" "Yeah, for everyone." But in fact, you like your cleavage, and it's good to like something about your body...

The Boarding School Letters

The Boarding School Letters By Ah-reum Han   |  March 20, 2017
But consider for example the six-year-old daughter, face down on her new dorm bed, who cannot possibly imagine what to write to her mother a thousand miles away...

Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost By Angie Crea O'Neal   |  March 13, 2017
My daughter spies it first, the butterfly limp on the pavement...

Holding Hands

Holding Hands By Stephanie Dethlefs   |  March 6, 2017
We walk up the stairway of my grandmother's porch. Towers of brick flank the stairs, which later we will scramble up to leap into the soft green grass below...

Dead Man Tim

Dead Man Tim By Cheryl Lynn Smart   |  February 27, 2017
Tim's apartment was cleaned and all his belongings put out on a curb in the parking lot. This is the saddest part...

Yes, They've Met

Yes, They've Met By Jolene McIlwain   |  February 20, 2017
There's a 1/16 scale Texaco truck parked on our mantle, its frame crooked and stack bent from ways it's been stored. I dust it. Then, I dust my son's toolbox, an eighth-grade shop project etched with the name he's inherited from good stock. My husband's grandfather drove a Texaco truck...

Ice

Ice By Heather Osterman-Davis   |  February 13, 2017
I'm nine months pregnant with my first child, and the snow in NYC has been beaten into submission. I've just come off a packed subway...

Seattle, After the Rain

Seattle, After the Rain By Anna Vodicka   |  February 6, 2017
To the birds, we must look like ants at a picnic, the way we crawl from our dark caves and run crazed for sidewalks and grassy parks...

This is Where You'll Find Me

This is Where You'll Find Me By Jenny Lara   |  January 30, 2017
New York City, after we lied then made rules. It shouldn't work by a long shot but it does....

Lines of Light

Lines of Light By Clara Mae Barnhart   |  January 23, 2017
At sunset in Burlington the power lines are golden like the afterglow of sparklers when children twirl them in the air. A frayed ribbon of sunlight stretches out...

What We Did with the Honey

What We Did with the Honey By Julia Shipley   |  January 16, 2017
The day we learned you were gone, Howie says he knocked, nothing answered.

Parabolic

Parabolic By Jack Bedell   |  January 9, 2017
His first summer married, my father tended chickens. His job was to chase the birds out of the tin coop on hot days...
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Morning (repeat)

Morning (repeat) By Michelle Webster-Hein   |  January 2, 2017
When my infant daughter wakes at two in the morning and her father cannot coax her back to sleep...

White (repeat)

White (repeat) By Jennifer Bowen Hicks   |  December 26, 2016
We no longer remember the sound of birdsong or the feel of dry pavement beneath our feet, but we walk to school anyway because school is the place we're meant to walk to on Tuesday mornings. Temperatures register -23 below zero...
Keywords: beautiful things, white  |   3 comments

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