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FICTION

Waiting for Flight by
Michael Chin

“Carl Perkins spied his son’s ex, Lucy, in the airport terminal…”

Hunger, Not Tame by Sheila Lamb
“Brutal wind beat against the door of her camper. The cold didn’t bother her—Kate had only ever lived in cold and windy environments—but the sand did…”

Where We Are by Jared Yates Sexton
“The thing that really got her was how I listened to records all hours of the night. She said she didn’t care about my moods, my general nihilism or ill temperament…”

Sim Sala Bim by Gina Williams
“‘Is this all there is?’
The question caught me off guard for a split second, sucked a little bit of air from my gut…”

 

NONFICTION

The Line by Amy Collini
“The week before I leave for freshman orientation at Ohio State, my father offers me a gift: an “in” at the plant where he works…”

What of the Raven, What of the Dove by Randon Billings Noble
“A story was growing inside my neck but I didn’t yet know what it said…”

Misfire by Joe Oestriech
“An hour after load-out, Biggie pulls the Econoline into the parking lot of the Raleigh Fairfield Inn…”

 

POETRY

Waterfront Metro Station by Elizabeth Acevedo
“through the speakers
the conductor’s voice scratched
a stop away from mine…”

Everything She Can’t See by Liz Ahl
“The little girl is full of questions
and asks them all, one after another…”

Those Birds by Michael Colonnese
“Lined up on the wire,
each hunched…”

Back Seat Event by Gabrielle Freeman
“I want to kiss you, but
I open the car door, and it is raining…”

Bubble by Jessica Greenbaum
“Walking through the park, I saw a grackle ferrying a
bubble in its beak as it flew to the tree top where…”

Moth in the House by Jessica Greenbaum
“Skimming the wood floor like a bi-plane over the November fields,
might wonder where the breeze went, and all the chorus and lilt of the leaves…”

Futile -the winds- by Benjamin Gucciardi
“My sister once told me
That when it gets hot enough in Arizona—…”

The Bees by Patrick Kindig
“The bees had taken over
the front porch, but I didn’t mind. Covering…”

Introduction by Patrick Kindig
“You draw for me
a map: here the horse’s white…”

Portrait of Enya as Homeless Man Singing by Patrick Kindig
“Sometimes Enya needs
a break from watching over…”

Finding a Way Out by Kelly Nelson
“They chose the same day—
Dillinger waltzing his way…”

Seeing for the First Time His Face by Kelly Nelson
“In black and white, his mug
shot beside the homecoming…”

Quantum Silence by Rebecca Macijeski
“Quiet is not the right word for silence,
for inhabiting your mind so fully…”

Letter to Be Opened Over the Atlantic by Charlotte Mandel
“Soon you take the sky road
to northern generosities of daylight…”

Japanese Studio by Charlotte Mandel
“Talking of stencils: and again he says
‘we know intuitively that…'”

All Fatfalls for You by Mg Roberts
“Things connect by a slowing :: Sometimes people are not meant to remember words :: What I long…”

The Bees

 

The bees had taken over
the front porch, but I didn’t mind. Covering

 

my coffee with one hand, I’d stand at the center
of their orbit like a great sleepy sun, watching

 

as they anchored themselves in the air
against the breeze, as they collided

 

in pairs, corkscrewing out of sight.
They didn’t seem to mind

 

me, either, their chitin daggers tucked
safely away, no danger, just flashing black

 

and gold. They were like onyx beads
spilling from the tongue of a broken necklace,

 

like Christmas lights let off
their leash. Then, one morning, I found

 

a finch’s hollow body on my welcome mat,
its throat torn open

 

by the bee it mistook
for a seed, its head tilted slightly

 

backward. Its eyes were still
open, still dark and shining. Still fixed

 

on a point of light hanging inches
before it, that final shimmering kernel

 

begging to be consumed.

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