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Mar 30, 202110 min read
Angel - Leslie Hinson
ANGEL: an essay in two distinct parts, written five years apart 1. In the summer of 2002, I saw what I believed to be my first angel. I...


Mar 29, 20218 min read
The End of Loneliness - Jesse Schoen
TC let out a sigh, closed her laptop, and glanced from where she sat at her kitchen table over to Pear, her faceless, limbless cat-sized...


Mar 28, 202110 min read
Bomb Girl Ballet - Jennifer Giacalone
Lily knows the girl from the factory by her first name only, Rose. Rose is the only Black girl on Lily’s shift. She’s taciturn, gruff,...


Mar 27, 20215 min read
Ruckus at the Farm Stand - Christina-Marie Sears
Juan and me are sitting on the curb on CR 253, on account of the bus-stop shelter being full of people. I ball my exhaustion into my fist...


Mar 26, 20211 min read
The Problem of Dido - Sarah Bricault
I have only these hands, the span of my palms in which to hold you ten fingers to cup and cradle your curves trace the lithe stretch of...


Mar 25, 20211 min read
Roosevelt Island Revisited - Losey Pezzullo
On the promenade Cherry blossom petals litter the ground, Various shades of bruised, decaying pink, Others float in the air, The new neon...


Mar 24, 202112 min read
The Narrative Game - Jane-Marie Auret
My dad lays across the denim couch, his ankles off the end of the armrest and his belt threaded but unbuckled, one forearm dangling off...


Mar 23, 202115 min read
Windows - Claire Cronin
It’s time to go home. Not because I want to, but because Susie’s family is ready for their dinner. I put on my snowsuit and wrap the...


Mar 22, 20213 min read
A Break with Reality - Karen Arbogast
A break with reality was what they said I had when I told them I encountered Jesus on the Sea of Galilee. Earlier that day I had been...


Mar 21, 20211 min read
Morning - Bett Willett
Gravity is formidable. Apples fall, roll and stop. Deer and squirrels have no clue about Newton’s first law but are thrilled all the...


Mar 20, 20212 min read
3 Fantasies about my Mother - Emma Goldman-Sherman
1. I tell my mother the truth she looks me in the eye with hers soft, tearful. My mother sees me through a haze of what I imagine is love...


Mar 19, 20211 min read
His room was bare - Elizabeth (Betty) Blue
His room was bare. Stark white walls, an old-fashioned simple dresser, a bed. My favorite part was his closet. Carefully hung dress...
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