Exploring the art of prose



Buoyancy by Chloe N. Clark

September 17, 2021

  I carry her in my fingertips when I’m far from home. Feeling the heat of her skin if I press thumb and index finger together hard enough. I can trick myself into her softness if I brush my thumb…

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Crop Maze by Gary Fincke

August 27, 2021

  In late August, his son began to insist aliens lived in the cornfields that stretched west from the outskirts of the town they lived in. Not playacting. Not childlike. They needed, his son solemnly said, to be ready for…

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Babushka by Kristen Loesch

August 13, 2021

  The television gives off a low hum, like a bumblebee. Buzz. Buzz. I make the sound too, hoping she will turn away from the screen, but tonight my granddaughter is entranced by the grainy sight of hundreds, thousands of…

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I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream by Chelsea Stickle

July 23, 2021

  There is a town at the edge of things where women hold in their screams. They die young: high blood pressure, heart attacks, strokes, cancer. The girls watch their mothers and grandmothers and aunts play Ring Around the Rosie,…

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Mother, Prey by Tara Isabel Zambrano

July 9, 2021

  I was ten when I discovered I had a womb. It bloomed red. The same year I learned about space. Booster rockets to escape gravity, separated and lost forever. My mother bagged items in a grocery store, Mary, an…

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A Girl Is Grown Like a Poem Is Grown by Abbigail N. Rosewood

June 18, 2021

  A girl is trained first and foremost to satiate and please, to induce salivation from: boys, men, priests, teachers, plumbers, fathers, brothers, dogs, occasionally horses.   A girl is trained to survive others’ pleasures, others’ desires, her own saliva…

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In Just Thirty Minutes by Jemimah Wei

June 4, 2021

  7. And They Lived Happily Ever After Every day, her father begins with the end. He draws out their meetings like he is Scheherazade, and Death the king. It’s so transparent, but June simply holds her iPhone out. Recording.…

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The Barbershop by J. Isaiah Holbrook

May 21, 2021

  On the day I turned fourteen my dad told me I was old enough to go to the barbershop on my own, even though every ounce of me wanted to remain hidden behind his broad shoulders and tuck my…

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Everything Is Haram and So Are You; or, What to Do with a Birthday Card by Arshia Simkin

April 30, 2021

  In high school, you know a girl who disappears months before graduation. One day, she stops coming to school, and you never see her again. Usually, you avoid the other Muslim kids—the ones who dance to bhangra music during…

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It Will Be All of These Things by Ruth LeFaive

April 23, 2021

  Nine of us cram into Brad O’Neill’s dad’s Buick, a girl to each lap, and Gulp’s snugging my middle before all the doors crash shut. I look back to see his tanned cheekbones; it’s really him, Gulp North, under…

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