Lauren Markham – Just a Cupful

Lauren Markham Just a Cupful In a rare moment of quiet, Carmita settles into Dr. Malcom's recliner. She should be sweeping up the crumbs from lunch and emptying the dishwasher, [...]

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Joseph Fasano – The Dead

Joseph Fasano The Dead Here they are. They sit in their old rooms, clutching the soft riding gloves of October. The wind lies open beside them like the pages of [...]

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Jen Edwards – Circus

Jen Edwards Circus I remember where I came from:              my parents blind from the dust, bowl shaped scars carved in their skin. The earth sieved through the roof when [...]

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Elizabeth Arnold – Arc

Elizabeth Arnold Arc I was out of time before I started,the meyer lemon blooming while full of fruit, our breezeway lettinga breeze through, its floor smooth, that kind that stays [...]

2026-10-06T20:06:37-05:005 Dec 2018|

Esteban Rodríguez – Cactus

Estaban Rodríguez Cactus Mid-August. The last of July's clouds curdle through the sky like expired milk, stain the dry Bermuda grass with shifting Rorschach shadows, and a sense the afternoon [...]

2026-10-06T20:06:38-05:005 Dec 2018|
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