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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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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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User’s Guide to Point Guards & Girlfriends by Marisa Crane

March 24, 2021

  When you’re the point guard, you’ve got to be an extension of the coach on the court, & when you’re the girlfriend, you’ve got to be an extension of your abuser in public. Be careful not to embarrass either…

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Normal Girl by Kelly Lindell

February 24, 2021

  Bedtime in first grade is finger jelly and sock lint. Vaseline rubbed on my bloody, split, vellum-dry knuckles; hands cocooned in white Nike gym socks, wrapped on my wrist with scrunchies. I am told to sleep. Wake up for…

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Called Shot: A Prose Sestina by Emma Kaiser

January 27, 2021

  I ignore him as he takes the chair across from mine, though I knew of course that he’d be here—back porch of the local backwoods dive bar, the night cool, the back of my neck burning. It is November…

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The Coat by Kathleen McKitty Harris

December 16, 2020

  Christmas, 1978. I recognized my father’s rushed, angular handwriting in Santa’s note beside the empty scotch glass and plate of sugared crumbs on our coffee table—but I was eight, and I wanted to believe. That year, my father bought…

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Abbreviated / Not Manager Material by Paul Crenshaw

November 18, 2020

  Abbreviated   Since entering middle age, I sometimes fear my time is running short. I could use the word “manopause” to explain the changes men face at my age, but I need to save time so I just say…

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Refrigerator Elegy by Lindsey Harding

November 11, 2020

  Do all things expire? you ask on trash night, and I shake my head, shake two-week-old pasta into the sink, shepherd it down the drain. No, surely no. And later—the refrigerator cleaned out, its shelves crumbless at last, so…

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Dois Irmãos by Hannah Storm

October 7, 2020

  There’s a hill in Rio that overlooks the water, named for the fact it has two peaks. You describe it to me, but I don’t catch its name as you take my breasts in your hands, nuzzle my neck…

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