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Diamondback Mountain by Tim Weed

By Tim Weed | December 14, 2018

Henry takes the stairs three at a time, balancing a tray with a pot of coffee and two of the lodge’s signature blue-enamel mugs. An inch of fresh powder frosts the windowsills, and the light slants in to illuminate the…

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Eating Strawberries with Strangers by Pia Ghosh-Roy

By Pia Ghosh-Roy | November 30, 2018

I was walking with the broken pieces of my day in a thin cloth bag when I saw them sitting by the river, three women with the sun setting on their hair. They were eating strawberries, drinking rosé in cheap…

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Flash from City by the Sea by Doug Ramspeck

By CRAFT | November 16, 2018

  Doppelganger   In his dreams the people of the city are ghosts. The writer is walking down a crowded sidewalk, but the pedestrians around him are made of mist or smudges of light or dust. They speak in the…

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Fire / The Haunting / My Debt Collector by Brenda Peynado

By Brenda Peynado | November 2, 2018

  Fire   When I was eight years old, I watched a fire leap over the forest in glowing arcs and the men in my family battle it away. The fire had taken out farms on the panhandle for a…

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A Little Like Hope by Jason Jackson

By Jason Jackson | October 19, 2018

O was twenty-nine when he died, and now he lives in my head. He says it’s like swimming. He can’t breathe. “You don’t have to,” I say. “You’re dead.” But he just sighs. At first, there was a lot of…

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Kuchizi by Lucas Schaefer

By Lucas Schaefer | October 5, 2018

Carlos Ortega roaming Africa was a ridiculous proposition, which was why everyone who heard the idea savored its deliciousness. For all his thirty-nine years, Carlos had prowled the same few blocks east of the interstate, and to conceive of him…

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“Beyond Love” by James Winter

By James Winter | September 21, 2018

I A week ago, in downtown Amman, Jordan, suicide bombers entered the public park near the American embassy. The blasts shattered windows along the ground floors of the looming, gated government buildings on Umawyeen Street, which dead-ended at Qaherah to…

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“Mule Brigade” by Kenan Orhan

By Kenan Orhan | September 7, 2018

In the mountains on the way to Iraq, the lieutenant’s jeep pulls over. He hops out the back and takes a few, crunchy steps through the snow down the hill. He has to piss again. “Is it healthy?” Corporal Kayaoğlu…

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“The Deepest Part of the Lake” by John Haggerty

By John Haggerty | August 24, 2018

The most exciting thing that ever happened around town was when they found out that Russian mobsters from LA had been dumping bodies in the lake. It was the bridge, arcing gracefully out over the narrowest but deepest section of…

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“Children Will Drown In Water Like This” by Rachel Luria

By Rachel Luria | August 10, 2018

The girl watches the boy from the kitchen window. He’s fishing in the canal, which is little more than a drainage ditch, but it does have fish and maybe a gator. The boy knows she is watching, so he casts…

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