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47, New Poetry by Maegan Gonzales

I wake up sweating. My nostrils are raw and peeling skin. I cough to catch my breath. I have no fever, no flu. I keep losing things. Last night it was my twelve-year-old daughter in a cornfield. We rode in …

My Brother Calls

47, New Poetry by Maari Carter

to let me know Sonic
is including gravy 
in their chicken strips dinner again.

He asks when I’m coming home 
for Thanksgiving. We don’t

speak often. Having not been raised 
in the same house, little has passed
between us— no …

Back

47, New Fiction by Banzelman Guret

My dad couldn't reach the middle of his back. He waxed every part of his stocky, thick body--and then I hopped in at the end to get the patch between his shoulder blades. It became part of our Sunday afternoon routine.

The Moth-Child

47, New Fiction by

She was a marvel of deformity: bones thin and brittle, organs misshapen, skin with an odd cast of gray. Most shocking, of course, were her wings. Not real wings, the newspaper said, but wing-like abnormalities—things that looked like wings but …

Smoke

47, New Fiction by Nicole VanderLinden

          Aunt May wanted a cigarette, so I sighed myself up and rolled her oxygen tank away. I knocked it against the door frame on purpose. Then I fell back onto the couch, where I watched the smoke float upward, …

The Hostages

47, New Poetry by Ashley Crout

It was you or your house that dead-ended the road
and fitted my living in until I could nothing 
but survive amidst the furniture, the clothes 
the drawers closed in that blocked my body

from the vicious in you, from …

If You Leave the House Today I’ll Be Alone With My Panic

47, New Poetry by Jacob Griffin Hall

I can imagine the horses grazing
by the shed in the pasture opposite our house
—the off-limits grounds guarded by a fence
we could easily hop and signs advising us
not to. If you leave the house today
I’ll be …

Southern Living

47, New Fiction by Mike Itaya

          Have you ever been somewheres, and there was people speakin’ the names of those you thought was dead, and some of those names belonged to you?

          “Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda.” And there it is.

          Before Hurricane Sally spanked me all …

Behind Beauty

47, New Poetry by Amanda Gaines

There’s a little purple space cadet,
folding a cease & desist into a fortuneteller.
She isn’t worried about the asteroid lightyears away 
or the screaming crew she forgot to release 
from timeout. According to her calculations, 
she’s got nothing to …

Calcification

47, New Fiction by Lucy Zhang

          Mother won’t let me eat the bones even though they’re soft enough. 

          You’ll calcify, she says. The doctor’s lab results report that calcium has already built up in my organs, a stone nestled between blood vessels, a tiny fossil deposit …

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