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Naked Life - Lauren Melink
A girl walked by me while chatting with her friend. I overheard her say, “I love it. I’m not forced to hang out with anyone I don’t want...
Dec 30, 20205 min read


The Millpond - Kira Wronska Dorward
Everyone called it the Millpond. Built by an enterprising gentleman to run his saw mill a hundred and twenty-five years before, the...
Dec 29, 20204 min read


The Caller - Tamarah Rockwood
There was a surge of electricity across the wires after the transformer exploded on Osage Avenue. The sky washed white from the flash....
Dec 28, 202020 min read


Crepe Paper Soul - Mary Elliott
In solitude, Loneliness arrived on time, Whispering to my fears, “It’s too late, In this flesh encasement, To try again.” The problem...
Dec 27, 20201 min read


Fleas - Elizabeth Conard
We slept with the fleas that August. The house was situated along the White River, about twenty minutes from West Lebanon, New Hampshire....
Dec 26, 20203 min read


Ice Hockey and Celine Dion - Maggie Edinger
Crinkle fries. I was willing to do anything to get my hands on those slender sticks of fried potatoes, and they only sold them at Fraser...
Dec 24, 20204 min read


A Conscious Encounter - Pat McLean-Smith
On my way to work this morning I saw her at the bus terminal crowded in a corner shielding herself from a world that looks down on her...
Dec 23, 20202 min read


Invisible Me - Yvette Dove
You don’t see me standing on the edge, Or what it’s taking me not to fall. You don’t see me ever getting that low, Or how I could even...
Dec 22, 20201 min read


Something to Do at Parties - Caroline Galdi
Niles and Ollie knew instinctively what to wear to the party. Like it was a sense they’d been born with, the same way birds know to...
Dec 21, 202010 min read


You Would Love Me Without a Body - Regina Caggiano
For as long as I can remember, my body has never been a home. For me, never, for others, sometimes a place to stay warm for a little...
Dec 20, 20202 min read


Reading Sylvia Plath at Midnight - Elya Braden
How many line-breaks since she gave up hoping her almost-boyfriend would text? Even a booty call would be better than alone in her...
Dec 19, 20201 min read


Thanksgiving, 1998 - Brittany Helmick
How would my mother prepare me?— slice my neck off before severing my wings at the first joint, hang me upside down at eye level, a...
Dec 18, 20201 min read
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