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That’s How Wrong My Love Is

Lynne Tillman -

A while back, I watched a pair of mourning doves in their nest every day, watched as one then the other sat on an...

Folsom, Survivor

Kate Schatz -

1. MYSELF & THE CITY My name is Folsom and the most important fact of my existence, as determined by others, is that I survived...

Rat Girl Rat Boy

Cynthia Flood -

In Marcia’s favourite book, Cinderella’s stepsisters had thin carroty hair. So did Hansel and Gretel’s mother, and the wicked fairy who wasn’t invited to...

The Blue Light Project: an excerpt

Timothy Taylor -

A controversial talent show involving children is midway through taping when a...

Shipping Manifesto: The Zeppelin Attack Dirigible Sessions

Sesshu Foster and Arturo Ernesto Romo-Santillano -

THE ELEVATED VIEW AFFORDED FROM HEIGHTS OFFERED BY BALLOON TRANSPORT OF THE FUTURE ARE EXCITING. IMAGINE SEEING THE DRIFT OF EastLA LIKE YOU HEAR...

Something More

Erica Lorraine Scheidt -

Avery was a rapist, but that’s not the first thing you’d notice about him. You might observe his pale skin or his glasses, the...

The Green Honda

Don McLellan -

Archie spotted the scanner at a swap meet one Sunday morning. The hawker evidently concluded that he wasn’t an undercover pig, because he leaned...

Prenatal

Hal Niedzviecki -

Hey! it blurts. Hey! Charlie looks around. A voice in her head. She’s alone in the bedroom. Hey! In here! She feels it, a rumbling deep in...

The Last Dance

Sandra Filippelli -

Oumar towers over me, takes my sweaty white palm in his gentle hand, and leads me onstage. We’re in a packed theatre somewhere...

August: an excerpt from Follow Me Down

Kio Stark -

It’s dusk on a Saturday, I’m out walking. There’s a man, unsteady on his feet, with a long, curled-handle umbrella. He’s holding it up...