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“Parenthood” by J. M. Tyree

By J.M. Tyree | February 23, 2018

I got laid off from the realty company, and then the foreclosure followed hard. Reya absorbed the shocks better than me. She was still working, managing the liquor store. She was the one who found us a new place to…

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“Red” by Katie Knoll

By Katie Knoll | February 9, 2018

“Antlered does of the genus Capreolus usually bear small, poorly developed, irregular “freak” antlers which remain for the most part permanently in velvet without being shed.” George Wislocki, “Journal of Mammalogy” Before, we were blue. Bluer than robins’ eggs, bluer than the tiny veins…

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“The Lure” by Matthew Lansburgh

By Matthew Lansburgh | February 2, 2018

In a matter of weeks, it seemed, Stewart’s mother had become obsessed with the dog. Despite—or maybe because of—the fact that he, Banjo, didn’t belong to her. Things like that didn’t matter to Heike: who was the rightful owner of…

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“Vacations” by Megan Giddings

By Megan Giddings | January 12, 2018

Tana is dating a person who calls herself The Red Spirit of Joy. She is fussy about details: her clothes are red, never crimson, not scarlet. Don’t get fancy with the descriptors, Tana, she says while putting on lipstick. My…

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“Half of What Atlee Rouse Knows About Horses” by Bret Anthony Johnston

By Bret Anthony Johnston | January 5, 2018

His daughter’s first horse came from a traveling carnival where children rode him in miserable clockwise circles. He was swaybacked with a patchy coat and split hooves, but Tammy fell for him on the spot and Atlee made a cash…

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“The Beast” by Megan Cummins

By Megan Cummins | December 15, 2017

Twenty years had passed since I’d last seen the Beast. We were seventeen and embarrassed of one another back then. I’d asked him to prom. He agreed on the conditions that I would cover expenses, and that we would have…

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“The Renaissance Person Tournament” by Clare Beams

By Clare Beams | December 1, 2017

The tournament is the highlight of our year at the Simmler School, figuratively and literally: Abe Larson, math teacher and advisor to the tech club, uses acid-bright bulbs in the auditorium spotlights. He likes to make the contestants sweat. Abe…

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“Be God” by Michael McGriff

By Michael McGriff | November 24, 2017

Be God. Step way back for a second. Imagine this folded earth as bed sheets dropped in heaps onto the floor. Now stick a steep winter light off to the east. Call this a landscape. Tall shadows form across the…

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“Singles” by Kate Petersen

By Kate Petersen | November 17, 2017

Lisanne had known Mike-who-worked-the-door for so long that they no longer said anything to each other, and though he’d stopped carding her years ago, she still took hers out of her wallet and cupped it in her palm as she…

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“The Station” by Elizabeth Gaffney

By Elizabeth Gaffney | November 3, 2017

Louisa twisted herself in the cord of the old black wall phone. It went once around her body and five times around her arm. The thing was long enough that you could talk on the phone while rooting through the…

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