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It Happened in Brooklyn

It Happened in Brooklyn By Alena Dillon   |  December 9, 2019
They fell in love back when Brooklyn had trolley cards. He taped her photograph to the inside of his military locker. When the war ended...

Stray

Stray By Rebecca Lanning   |  December 2, 2019
She was over dogs when one appeared by their table at a beachside cafe. Strays roamed everywhere in Nosara, breedless, leashless wonders. This one had some pit bull and Corgi. Her husband thought hound. Pointy ears, long snout...

Offering

Offering By Janet Pocorobba   |  November 25, 2019
Just twelve people. People I didn’t know from Adam. I could have refused. Could've shaken my head and deferred to any one of them. Inside me, I felt a squeezing in my chest.

Home

Home By Susan Pope   |  November 18, 2019
It was just a gray concrete shell, wrapped with chain link fence. A dream home, unfinished, left to sun, dust, and rain. Around it, pastel mansions with swimming pools, iron gates, and razor wire.

A Loss for Words

A Loss for Words By Eric K. Taylor   |  November 11, 2019
This Chinese bowl, smooth in my hands, white as bone, entwined with blue dragons, reminds me of my friend Joyce's mom. Faizai she'd christened me. Fatso. (The Cantonese more affectionate than its English equivalent.)

Weight of Bones

Weight of Bones By Jennifer Filardo   |  November 4, 2019
A loon is not crazy for spending more time in the water than in the air, though the other birds may think so. He is made for it. Unlike his feathered brethren, his bones are solid. He relies on their weight to defy the buoyancy of water...

Collision

Collision By Brian Wallace Baker   |  October 28, 2019
I have questions: What would cold steel feel like on the back of my skull? How many bones would shatter? Where would I land?

Beach Day

Beach Day By Elizabeth Amon   |  October 21, 2019
Blue skies, blazing sun, of course. But honestly, it was a perfect day for fleeing steaming city streets, freezing corporate offices, our apartment, where a stuffed hippo and a crocheted blanket menaced. Everything had changed.

Scent's Memory

Scent's Memory By Tricia Theis   |  October 14, 2019
"What's the word where it reminds you of a long time ago?" I'm trying to get us out of the house and I know I sound impatient when I respond. "Nostalgia?" "Yeah," he says, "I love that smell."

Clementine Time

Clementine Time By Anna George Meek   |  October 7, 2019
There is no time but the time in the kitchen. My father loses track of days, and I buy a "clock" whose only hand moves from Monday to Tuesday to Wednesday, as if distinguishing between the days were important.

Simplify, Simplify

Simplify, Simplify By Jan Priddy   |  September 30, 2019
This could be the morning I slide out the door instead of back under sheets and escape before I drink my coffee. My arms unburdened, no one calling me back, no shame or remorse to shadow my escape. Away.

Chosen for Something

Chosen for Something By Stacy Boe Miller   |  September 23, 2019
Sometimes as a child I would brush my grandfather's thinning hair. He was a long haul trucker turned Pentecostal preacher who mostly showed affection through prayer and cash money, both of which he handed out at random to his grandkids.

Footfalls

Footfalls By Andrea Marcusa   |  September 16, 2019
On the plane home, out the window, all I see is empty sky. As a girl, when talk of dying arose, I always gazed up to where I am now, drifting past the tops of snowy clouds.

Sneakers in Sand (repeat)

Sneakers in Sand (repeat) By Dina Relles   |  September 9, 2019
The baby's shoes were nowhere. That morning was spent in the chaotic swirl of cleaning and packing the vacation house

Ritual (repeat)

Ritual (repeat) By Kelly Morse   |  September 2, 2019
Most nights I nurse my four-month-old daughter to sleep. The internet connection is terrible in our bedroom, the light thrown by the little green glass lamp not enough to read by, so I end up sitting in the semi-dark, looking across the bed to the window, or down upon the face of my baby in her steady, drowsy pleasure.

Mars and a Reflection of Mars (repeat)

Mars and a Reflection of Mars (repeat) By Carolee Bennett   |  August 26, 2019
"There are two red planets tonight," I say. And you reply, "What a brave universe." And I feel brave. Two 30-lb packs hang near the tent we pitched just before it got dark enough to need headlamps. It’s Night One of this backpacking trip.

The End of the Movie (repeat)

The End of the Movie (repeat) By Christopher Bundy   |  August 19, 2019
Today: summer afternoon on the front porch as thunderheads grow over the top of a giant oak. In the yard you perform perfect cartwheels, your legs long and straight in the air.

Bare, Naked (repeat)

Bare, Naked (repeat) By Andrea Fisk Rotterman   |  August 12, 2019
Rain falls, dimpling puddles. I kick off my clogs. My toenails shine like sparkling pumpkin peel. I slide my underwear and jeans down my legs, unsnap my bra, pull my sweatshirt over my head, lay my folded clothes on my shoes.

The Teacups (repeat)

The Teacups (repeat) By Pamela Rothbard   |  August 5, 2019
At the boardwalk, everything is past its prime: sweating hot dogs, mashed bags of cotton candy, melting ice cream. The workers move by rote--lifting and lowering the gate, pulling up on harnesses, scanning tickets. I slump in line.

Playboy (repeat)

Playboy (repeat) By Steven Harvey   |  July 29, 2019
When my mother caught Chris and me looking at Playboy, we knew we were in trouble, but to my surprise she did not get angry. She took me into the house and pulled out the large glossy art books with paintings by the Impressionists.

Stand Up Tall

Stand Up Tall By Allen M. Price   |  July 22, 2019
My father turns his head, puts me on the floor, opens the screen, and walks out the back door. Just the silhouette of the bare trees shadowing night's sky is all I can see. I stand there for long minutes listening as night whispers peace.

Those Days

Those Days By Nikki Hardin   |  July 15, 2019
In 1976, when you were still alive, I wrecked my car on 14th Street in D.C. on our first date.

Rocks

Rocks By Emily James   |  July 8, 2019
Gravel dots her fingertips, her knees, the edges of her yellow dress. She runs along the parked RV, the sun hanging low above its roof. She bends and picks up a pebble; it stretches along the small of her hands. Her arm cocks back as she eyes me, smiles.

His Pockets (repeat)

His Pockets (repeat) By Deborah Nedelman   |  July 1, 2019
At four he is an earnest collector. He keeps his secrets in his pockets and leaves them for me in the laundry basket. As I unroll the cuffs of his too-long-yet pants, sand dribbles out, a clump of mud caking the cloth. Even if all is quiet, I remain cautious.

Lightening Up (repeat)

Lightening Up (repeat) By Laurie Granieri   |  June 24, 2019
My brother and I grab hold of dangling metal chains fastened to schoolyard swings in this expanse of crabgrass, red dirt, goalposts, and hard bleachers, where he'd slapped the face of the sky with baseballs all those years ago, where I'd ducked every flying thing....

Rocket Scientist (repeat)

Rocket Scientist (repeat) By Andrea Caswell   |  June 17, 2019
As a child, when adults asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I had plenty of answers, but they all sounded like Halloween costumes. Race-car driver. Astronaut. Olympic track star....

Missing (repeat)

Missing (repeat) By Riane Konc   |  June 11, 2019
You have been ours for ten months, and tomorrow, the state will return you to your mother.

Kinetic Energy (repeat)

Kinetic Energy (repeat) By Sam Brighton   |  June 3, 2019
Blankets and coolers and lesbians covered every inch across an entire city block. We idled atop dense grass, my head resting in her lap as she leaned back on her palms...

The Dying Room

The Dying Room By Abigail Thomas   |  May 27, 2019
When he woke again he questioned how had he come to be here in this terrible room, who had allowed it to happen?

A Perceivable Soul

A Perceivable Soul By Robert Root   |  May 20, 2019
The last time we saw her, two weeks before she died, her dementia seemed to have taken everything from her. The traits we thought particularly hers were no longer visible to us.

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