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alt text: image is a color photograph of a bicycle's handlebars and bell; title card for the flash fiction piece "What the Mouth Knows" by Amina Gautier

What the Mouth Knows by Amina Gautier

April 15, 2022

  We search the face of every old Puerto Rican man we meet, hoping to see our grandfather’s face looking back at us. The way to and from school is paved with old brown Boricua men. Up Riverdale and Rockaway,…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of train tracks in a tropical environment; title card for the flash fiction piece "Fangs" by Tara Isabel Zambrano

Fangs by Tara Isabel Zambrano

April 8, 2022

  The monsoon our mother delivers a boy, we’re saved from our father’s anger. Our hands are raw, unrecognizable, carrying hot water, tugging clean sheets beneath our mother’s heels, taut like our names. The baby looks whittled out of a…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a small campfire; title card for the flash fiction piece The Life Cycle of Fire by Rosaleen Lynch

The Life Cycle of Fire by Rosaleen Lynch

April 6, 2022

  We can’t take Mam’s new baby to school, the boys guess as much from my silence and nobody wants Mam to wake and make Baby cry, so when I put him to feed there’s quiet, just suckling sounds and…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a snowy forest; title card for the flash fiction piece “When It Gets Cold in the South, You Get a Jesus, You Get a Jesus, Everybody Gets a Goddamn Jesus” by Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

When It Gets Cold in the South, You Get a Jesus, You Get a Jesus, Everybody Gets a Goddamn Jesus by Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

April 4, 2022

  Honey, MS, 1973 I When it gets cold in the South, Mama puts Devilish-Daddy out, again. It’s where he belongs, she says, cold is like warm milk to funny daddies like the one y’all got. All it gone do…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a woodworking space; title card for Zoë Ballering's short story "Substances"

Substances: A School Year by Zoe Ballering

March 25, 2022

  September Every day we met for lunch in the art classroom in the school’s east wing. It was the woodshop before the woodshop closed—a cavernous space full of defanged band saws and belt sanders stewing in desuetude. The art…

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Coming Home to Myself by Bryan Okwesili

March 18, 2022

  I am humming along to Lucky Dube’s voice over the radio on the windowpane. The cavernous room swallows his tenor, leaving his words bare, airy, like scattered feathers in the sun. I do not know what it means to…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a peeled orange; title card for Stella Lei's short story "Graftings"

Graftings by Stella Lei

March 4, 2022

  Hunger never came naturally to me. As a baby, I didn’t cry for milk, preferring to gaze at the mold-splashed ceiling and grab at dust motes, twining my tiny hands through their light. Elaine told me this was because…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a run-down apartment complex; title card for the short story "And a Single Day" by Randy William Santiago

And a Single Day by Randy William Santiago

February 18, 2022

  We shall leave, for remembrance, one rusty iron heart. The city’s rusty heart, that holds both the hustler and the square. Takes them both and holds them there. For keeps and a single day. —Nelson Algren, Chicago: City on…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a brown bear; title card for the flash story "Bear" by Ben Loory

Bear by Ben Loory

February 11, 2022

  My wife and I went camping one day. It was nice! But that night, we met a bear. He came into our tent and sat down and stared at us, kept pawing sort of sadly at the ground. What…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a pen and piece of paper; title card for the short story "Always with You" by Robert Maynor

Always with You by Robert Maynor

February 4, 2022

  Document I: Letter from S. Bethany Dear Father Sister, Mother, Lover who art in Heaven Home, Hell, Hotel, Hospital When you find this, please: Load me like a bullet in the chamber of your gun. Lay me by your…

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