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Regarding Local Skatepark Man, the Red-Haired Woman, and All They Have Hitherto Provoked within Me

Jeremy Klemin -

Late 2’s; early 3’s. By the time it’s all over it’s close to 3:30 A.M. I know this because my phone records the time...

Harold

Michael Melgaard -

Harold bounced his van up onto the curb and tapped the horn twice. Maggie, across the street at the bus stop, shook her head....

Ghamlet

Evgeniya Dame -

The reflecting pool trapped, in order of distance, apple trees, a single silvery-blue spruce, three spikes of the obelisk commemorating students and faculty fallen in the...

Of Rats and Men

Rachel Rose -

“Cigarette?” demanded the punk, getting right in my face as I walked past him with my mango smoothie. He was an angry white man...

The Origin of the Lullaby

Canisia Lubrin -

we were troubled some of us, before you read this, will be missing in the old ways and in some ways new we bring news of...

Altitude Sickness

Mina Hamedi -

Sometimes I catch my father leaning against the kitchen counter in a white t-shirt in the middle...

Father Enver

Ellen Rhudy -

It was 1985, and Enver Hoxha had died that spring. Everyone in the village clamored for news...

The Love Lives of People Who Look Like Kal Penn

Aruni Kashyap -

A woman sits next to Arunabh in the flight. She carries a bottle of green water in...

An End Fit for Beatrice

Sarah C. Dillon -

The body becomes confused with character, with mind, with heart. The body moves and is placed, and the heart is compelled to follow. We...

Storm Chasers

Kenneth A. Fleming -

I was staging a bank heist on the floor of my room when my mother knocked on...