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  • Juanita – Rod Martinez

    Juanita grew up in Puerto Rico, the daughter of a large family in the mountains of Humacao. In the 1950’s there was an influx of Puerto Rican “immigrants” into the United States and…

  • The Saga Of Nathan Twine: An Ezra Pound Of Flesh – David Izzo

    12 January 1952: St. Elizabeth’s Mental Hospital—Washington, D.C. The 67-year-old man with the pointed head, pointed chin, and pointed, if straggly beard, was sitting by the window of his small room. The…

  • Oasis – Rae Dox Kim

    Tammy rapped at the door, but this was only a formality. Korean diet supplement advertisements on the television were harmonizing gloriously with her grandmother’s warby church choir voice. It would have been…

  • Carla Morning – Rae Dox Kim

    It was a Carla Morning, one of those mornings when I’d walk down into the living room and see Carla asleep on the couch, brow furrowed in a quiet expression of guilt,…

  • We Were Young – Eugen Bacon

    WE WAVED TO DORA in her ladybird dress full of sapphire ribbons. She waved back, a tangle of African lilies from Lake Park bobbing in her combed-out hair. A thousand brushes, O…

  • Just An Old Man – Brad Evans

      “You see it was Paul who was the well-meaninged one. He had good intentions. It was the others who were self-obsessed, concerned about their image.” As he spoke, my right hand…

  • In-fin-ity – John Misak

    Just like a whisper shatters the silence, the name on the wall in bronze letters screamed out to him. No one else seemed to hear it. No one else reacted at all.…

  • Shiv – Viv Eliot

    I looked up and you were gone, I began to rise. In circles of peculiar shades and light you remain All at ease with dagger dazzling eyes. Suppose a shout will do,…

  • Postcard From Santorini – Wilda Morris

    A whitewashed village with narrow cobblestone alleys and blue-domed churches rises from the cliffs above the caldera’s rim. I try to name all the hues of the lagoon: cobalt, azure cerulean, sapphire,…

  • We Are The Universe Noticing Itself – Kevin Brown

    and we notice our bellies and thighs, breasts and butts, the way body parts push and pull against gravity, curve space and time and we notice everything our spouse didn’t say do…