Genelle Chaconas

May 29, 2017


Strip The slot in the black door. In one of the many velvet imagination closets. Sometimes you imagine yourself as series of caverns of unfulfilledness darkness. You can hold the oceans of space inside. And be filled. The solid gravitation. Black water unrippled as the dark moon. Sometimes you have imagined yourself an alien landscape. […]

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Stuart Ste. Croix

May 22, 2017


Observe That’s what the teacher said. “Show me your world, and through your world, show me yourself.” Outside the library, I describe a fictional father playing with his fictional daughter, a too obvious daydream left crumpled on the library lawn. I walk home and start again. Write about the dead grass lawn and wood rot […]

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Sankar Chatterjee

May 15, 2017


Are You Carrying Any Explosive? John Dodd, a young American was passing through the security-check in the international airport in Lima, Peru, while his both luggage took their own ride through the X-ray machine. John passed through the security gate, getting thoroughly checked manually by the security personnel, when he noticed both his luggage pieces […]

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Christopher Acker

May 8, 2017


Asterisk This must be how A-Rod feels, Taryn says to herself while hiding her new mini-saw under the waistband of her sweatpants. Like a fraud. Isn’t that what they call him? A-Fraud? She does her best to squash her guilt before entering the kitchen. The last thing she needs is for her husband to take […]

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Miguel Gardel

May 1, 2017


Eve In school we looked at each other from a distance but didn’t talk. And then it passed and we began to greet each other. Her emotions were always in check. But were they? She had a master’s control of her face. It never twitched. She had practiced superiority. Embarrassment was for inferior people. Had […]

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T.R. Healy

April 24, 2017


Heart-Shaped Hour   “Did you see it?” Holt asked his sister as soon as she answered the telephone. “See what?” “Warren’s picture in the Telegraph.” “No,” Meg said, surprised. “What’s his picture doing in the paper?” “Today is the thirtieth anniversary of the fire.” “No.” “I know it’s hard to believe thirty years have passed.” […]

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Morgan Crooks

April 17, 2017


The Green Rope After Dad moved back his focus was fire. In his mind, our old farmhouse was one short away from a four-alarm blaze that would crisp us alive in our sleep. His solution was a ladder; an aluminum pole a bit longer than the frame of a window, and a bright green rope. […]

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