Check, Mate | Laura McDermott Matheric
Your mind-fuck questions demand answers without sourcing the heart’s own database, bypassing what you really want to know. Is your chess...
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Mar 2113 min read
What I Lost and Found in Poland | Melinda Mandelbaum Stein
“Folks, this is the captain speaking. We are beginning our descent into the Warsaw Frederic Chopin Airport. Please return tray tables...
Mar 181 min read
Data | Lisie Clark
Instagram thinks I'm still pregnant strollers stretch mark creams leggings that grow as your belly expands spend your money on that which...
Mar 1512 min read
How It Feels | Jordan Holman
I remember the exact moment she asked me like it was yesterday: the white button down shirt and red lipstick and the velvety texture of...
Mar 122 min read
Self-Portrait in the Time of Disaster | Federico Escobar
By noon I am done. I take the picture to her, up the stairs, past the living room, through the sleeping alligators, and she shakes her...
Mar 91 min read
Las Vegas | Lindsey Steffes
5am and the broken strap of a white dress it’s ghost pain hanging at the Tropicana chest pain in a white line with a bald dealer I was...
Mar 61 min read
Strangler | Meredith Boe
Head lolled to the side like a dog. Sweetly pollenated air on a nature walk. He picks up a feather and says, like this one? A book told...
Mar 35 min read
Dear Abby | JC Lockhart
There are things my mother didn’t tell Abby. She didn’t write about my sister or the nanny. She didn’t mention the night light or my...
Feb 2916 min read
Stone Heart | Judith Petry
The hospital takes on a peaceful quiet after dark, especially on Sundays. If it is one of the few times when there are no pending...
Feb 261 min read
In Doubt | Lydia Trethewey
After Berlinde de Bruyckere the way we hang together, limp as a pair of bloodied antlers, anxiety bodied-out. he is a growth of ribs...
Feb 232 min read
Nocturne | Zoë Mertz
You are in your bedroom and the lights are low, the lamps casting golden crescents across the creamy white sheets. You never wanted white...
Feb 201 min read
Ghosted | Holly Fine
He told me the truth using no words, leaving me to walk alone at twilight. Enveloped by choking air, I saw colors in peripherals like the...
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