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A Brief Alteration of Color
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The Dream Men
by Rebecca Bernard In my dreams, the boys love me. Our hands furious against one another’s sides. Often, there’s little fruition, only build up. Usually, I’m still married, but I’ve discovered a loophole that allows for each fleeting tryst, guilt-free. A sundae with whipped cream and two cherries. I call them boys, but they’re men, of…
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The Lungs Remember Breath
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Explaining White Privilege to My Ancestors
By Kimberly O’Connor it does not meanyou didn’t drive the muleup the mountain every morning it does not mean the outhousewas a pleasure it does not mean you had enough to eator that you grew up easy that no one ever looked at yousideways and mean-eyedthat you didn’t carry water from the spring it does…
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Caballerial
By Larry Narron I managed to fail ninth grade English lit with a curling issue of Thrasheror Big Brother hidden behind the paper bag-covered textbook in my lap, the one with the abridged version of Great Expectations.Our lives are mostly as small as a thumb nail photo sequence unfolding in a borrowed skate mag whose pages are allfalling out, one by one, like the…
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The Boy
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A Better Man
by Anthony Abboreno Claudette and Adam stood outside their RV, staring at the fish Adam had caught. Claudette hadn’t realized anything that huge grew in the Mississippi. It was the size of a Saint Bernard, its flesh gouged with scars like trails on an old mountain. Now, it lay in an inflatable wading pool decorated…
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wild
by Rebecca Callahan wild/wīld/ adjective: wild; comparative adjective: wilder; superlative adjective: wildest 1. (of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated. A small girl in a photograph: lined up with siblings and cousins, standing at the edge of her parents’ property, tangled hair hanging to her waist,…
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If I Could See You In Miami
By Connor Watkins-Xu 1993 Young, younger, your mother, states away. No onecalls you crater-faced. You get to be Stephanie for a while. Summer goes until December, and boys love to hear you sayY’all are crazy down here, your Alabama accent in the ear for a moment, like sun-showers on beach-burned skin.You don’t have to worry…
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Aphrodite as a Fat Woman
By Elizabeth Higgins I. Seventh grade humanities class. Ancient Greece.Each table group is a city-state. Each teacher is a god. I sit in the southeast corner of Corinth.Our teacher stands in front of the class and tells us she is Aphrodite. There’s snickering because the idea is absurd,the comedic formula familiar: fat woman thinks she’s…
