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Roadways by Virginia Watts

July 14, 2021

  Along Route 322, an often-traveled roadway of my childhood, past the turnoffs for Annville, Cleona, and Quentin, a thing of exquisite and recurring beauty—an automobile salvage yard that everyone simply called “the junkyard.” Cars dumped and clumped, leaning affectionately…

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Catalogue for a Coming of Age by Liz Harmer

June 30, 2021

  000 Generalities In 1999, I worked two jobs and had just gotten out of the hospital. A few afternoons a week and on Saturdays I shelved books at a small branch of the public library, as I had been…

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What You Don’t Know by Clare Fielder

June 23, 2021

  I started boxing because of writing. I was working on a novel about young queer women being angry and boxing their way out of their small town. I needed terminology, so I went to a boxing training class. I…

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The Ties that Bind by Tammy Delatorre

June 16, 2021

  On the Big Island of Hawai‘i, Honokaa is the town tourists drive through to get to Waipi‘o Valley. At the top of the valley is a scenic overlook, which provides an unobstructed view to the black sand beach, river,…

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Face, Velvet, Church, Daisy, Red by Marilyn Hope

June 10, 2021

  A woman in a spruce-blue tracksuit enters my bedroom with a pickax and chips a hole in my wall. She collects smooth, fist-sized rubies from between the studs and places them in a music box, ribboned with dark grain,…

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The Untimely Collaborators by Sara Davis

June 9, 2021

  There are mornings we just manage it. We rise in the weak gray light and take our coffee with our notebooks open. A sliver of meditative silence. Are you writing about me? you ask. No, I lie. Are you…

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Cities and Desire by Hart L’Ecuyer

May 26, 2021

  Inspired by Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino—a story of my life   Perhaps the farmland becomes industrial yards with barbed wire fences, and then the barbed wire fences become concrete retaining walls covered in graffiti, and you are there.…

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Pasaporte F076717 by Bessie Flores Zaldívar

May 12, 2021

        BOARDING The thing about los Hondureños, es que como dice mi abuela, hablan hasta por los codos. They talk even out of their elbows. I will never get through a Tegus-bound plane ride without holding an…

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Murmurations by Susan Eve Haar

April 28, 2021

  She had become clumsy. She’d dropped the mug she loved, the green one the color of an aspen leaf, with its fluted skirt at the bottom. Either she’d knocked it to the floor, or worse, forgotten it was in…

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A Letter to My Seventh-Generation Descendant by Leah Myers

April 14, 2021

  Dear Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Granddaughter, You probably don’t exist. I have never wanted to be a mother, and that will probably never change. Still, every time my tribe reaches out to those of us pursuing higher education, we are asked what we…

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