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Into the Mist

Into the Mist By Ken Martin   |  January 23, 2023
The rain left a fresh scent on the leaves and mist lingered as I walked my dad down the hill to the lakeshore. The ground was moist and the lake cloaked in a whiteout so pure I could hear only the water lapping the shore.

Itch

Itch By Alexandra Dane   |  January 16, 2023
I began with the paperbacks. Upside down, by the spine, shook hard, a snow of recipes, bookmarks, cigarette papers, index cards. Searching not for the obvious treasures — jewelry, money, last wills — instead, moments after my grandmother took her last breath, I began to hunt for the sketch.

I Feel As One in Sex But Also

I Feel As One in Sex But Also By Heather Lanier   |  January 9, 2023
Dishes drying, dryer broken, wet T’s strewn over chairs, we let the couch hold us up for one more hour of TV. Why? We want each other’s bodies. Right now—want them the way we’ve had them for twenty years.

Honey (I Put Down My Ax)

Honey (I Put Down My Ax) By Rasma Haidri   |  January 2, 2023
The first one said honey was what Vietnamese hookers called from doorways, so don’t call him that. The next one said honey was a substance to spread on bread, so why did I call him that. Store clerks in the South called all of us honey.

The Past Is Unpredictable

The Past Is Unpredictable By Jan Shoemaker   |  January 2, 2023
Still Life At Eighty, Abigail Thomas’s smart, tender, acerbic new collection of short essays, gives us all that. She is writing at eighty but these essays are anything but still. They recount and inquire. They celebrate the familiar contours of her own beloved place while nudging the edge of mystery. They are frank and fearless.
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