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Fable of the Everyman
Tucker Leighty-Phillips
My mother and father are stuck in an optic deadlock, her looking at him like she is trying to solve a puzzle or remember the name of a particular film, him looking like he’s just deciphered answers to both.
Don Giovanni
Michael Mungiello
Mike and I sat in our separate seats and waved to each other. I’d texted him the night before and asked “Wanna see Don Giovanni tomorrow night?” and he said “What the hell. It’s a good hump day
Rubber Mother
Adam Falik
I’m on a date with this dude, the guy’s gorgeous, and ripped, skin all sunburnt like a surfer with big white teeth and confident eyes. It’s all too sexy. But I’m on guard. I want to deny him but
Ghosts of Summer
Stephen Seabridge
We are intrepid travellers hunting – or rather haunting – the square. We are exhausting the place of its details.
In Which You Fly Home For Your Brother's Funeral
Bridget Adams
You elaborate: Christmas just makes people emotional. "No," she says, raking at her hair with French-tipped nails. "I don't think so."
Aisle of Scary Preserved Things
Jeremy Kniola
We’re riding the red line south when Xue suggests stopping in Chinatown to purchase thousand-year eggs. I picture her cracking open an enormous egg and a pterodactyl flying out. “They’re not really a
Muscle Memory
Michelle Ross
Also, every time they flew and he had that damn backpack on, he forgot that the space he occupied extended beyond his physical back. He whacked bystanders in the shoulders or the chest, and, at least once, the face.
Many Fathers Away
Babak Lakghomi
Before that, the father had been away. It was a time that many fathers were away.
The Woman Who Wasn't There
Nicole Hamer
The bracelet tells someone where she is, honey. But it doesn’t tell you why.
Three Poems
Juan Camillo Garza
"Poetry," "Cleaning the House," and "Leaving Again"
On the Yard (An excerpt from The Great American Suction)
David Nutt
They bang their silverware and take turns slamming the toilet seat. They drag their garbage bins too late to the curb and leave them abused by stark weathers all week. Shaker knows there is an awkward progenitor situation.
The Runner
Noelle Rose
I have coffee in my cup. I could toss the hot liquid on her and rush through the revolving door to my appointment, make her the slug.
When She Leaves
Kyle Summerall
Dixie leaned against the door, feeling the blood rush to one side before pounding it against the wood.
Here I Am Lord
Ifer Moore
I’d scratch them by stretching out my fingers wide like cheerleading jazz hands and rub them up and down aggressively along our itchy wall to wall carpeted floors.
In Preparation for Radiation
John Oliver Hodges
Being Jack’s a guy, he’s also tasked with the act of pulling my ass apart when needed so the Radiation Oncologist, Dr. Katz, a short petite woman of prissy demeanor who does her ass work in civilian clothes, even while wearing heels and a tiny purse strapped across her midsection, can insert her finger.
The Serial Shitter
Kyle Swensen
Four days after the initial shit, another pile of human shit was found, this time by the foreman himself, who was checking the inventory of an item located in an ill-lit and rarely visited corner of the warehouse. He immediately called a meeting.
Rubber Mother
Adam Falik
I want to deny him but he’s playin’ it natural and attentive. He’s good but I ain’t sure if he knows he’s good or if he’s just as polite as he’s coming off.
Regrettable Head
Janna Brooke Wallack
She looked better and better to herself in his bathroom mirror as she washed up and got all ready to spend the night with him in his warm bed.
Instructions for Mourning
Troy James Weaver
I put a stone at each corner of the paper to hold it still beneath the fan in our bedroom. The instructions were simple.
Hide and Seek, With My Nieces, In the Large and Empty Summer Home My Parents Just Bought
Alexandra Tanner
A furniture delivery arrives, as my mother warned me upon leaving for the store that it might, and two nieces who have hidden themselves in a cabinet come out at the sound of the doorbell to ogle the brightly-colored truck in the driveway.
Septic
Andrew Waite
Sitting still can be tough on a body, just as the shifting earth, and plunging and thawing temperatures can be hard on a pipe.