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Umunna
by Tobenna Nwosu Pitchforked mermaids and seahorses ripple in Ezinne’s blouse as she ambles to the grove. I trail her, my legs thinning and bending at improbable angles. Her pillar skirt throws off the sinking light strand by strand. Ivory disks tug her earlobes into corkscrews. Pines unfurl from us, the forest bed a skull…
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Big Cats
by Drew Nelles OUT OF THE BOTTLE “You know I’ve never been catcalled?” Asuka said. “Walking down the street or whatever, past a construction site—never.” “I saw the strangest thing today,” I said. “I walked by a man holding an entire peeled banana in his hand. He was talking on the phone and holding a peeled banana.…
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The Showerlier
by Maggie Slater Dylan Brooks was a shower connoisseur. After thirteen years in the medical field, Dylan realized he hated his job, hated the system, and wanted more than anything to do something he enjoyed. Dylan loved taking showers. So he quit, moved to a smaller apartment in a cheaper part of town, and set…
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CAKE
by Chantelle Chiwetalu They both watch the bead of blood crawl down her left leg. This is the fourth month, the wife says. This is the fourth month, the husband says. If I don’t find the solution to our problems, call me bastard, the wife says. I will never call you bastard, the husband says…
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Jus Ssay the Word
by Ryan Pollard It was midevening when the two friends ordered food at the bar. Charlie, the smaller one, glanced around the place. “Pretty dead todight, huh?” The bigger one, Jeremy, grasped his mug of Bud Light like a barbell, his thick fingers wedged under the handle as though locked in place. He sipped through the…
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Insular Gigantism
by Dana Blatte Lina first tasted moonlight when she was small enough to fit in her mother’s palm like a present. She had been born the size of a pinky nail, and as rounded and peach-pink as one too. To her family, this was no surprise; Lina’s aunt had emerged folded like an origami swan,…
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Out for a Drive on a Saturday Night
by Tina Silver In 1982, Markham, Ontario, was a populous but irrelevant Toronto satellite, straddling the line between rural and suburban. At my high school, every student was white, depressed to some degree, and trying to act older. If you were sixteen—and I was—you were more often asked, “Where do you work?” than, “Are you…
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Tzedakah
by Spencer Wise Mark Bergman was standing to the right of the bema, which faced Zack Stein’s good side according to his mother. Mark didn’t have the heart to break it to Susan that at thirteen every side was awful—but particularly here, beneath the windows of Temple Emmanuel, where the backlight washed him out. The…
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Commedia dell’Fredo
by Anthony Correale Our city is built into the crack where the Red-Nosed Mountains meet, scaling nearly to their spherical rubber peaks, the city’s foot spreading wide into the beautiful bowtie-shaped bay. The Elder Clowns for which we are famous sleep their twisted rag doll sleep entwined about the city’s gates, doubled over its tall…
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Tithe
by Katelynn Jasper Abigail looks at the bandaged spot on her hand clasped in prayer with the other. For a brief moment, it had looked like that of the unsullied cloth wrapped around the waist of the church’s Crucifixion of Jesus. Now it is a deep red, stiff with dried blood. She is grateful for the…