The first night I saw him, the moon hung in the stars like a massive eye, and the wind crooned at my window like the voice of a lost lover. I woke with a rumbling stomach and stumbled through the curtain separating
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Sergio the Bailador by Brenda Gutierrez Chicken by Christopher Labaza Final Emancipation by Stephen M. Pierce Those Who Love Us by Bruce McAllister The Hollow Face by Paul Stansbury
When I was young, my hair was very orange—the color of the brightest fruit and of the four-winged tropical bird known as The Golden Orb—and I had (and still do) the sensitivities of people with that color of hair, ones doctors still
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This is a true story. As true as stories can be. Sergio was the neighborhood dancer. He’d show up to all the kickbacks, functions, and celebrations with a twelve-pack of Bud Light sitting on top of his left shoulder, ready to get
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The Woman with Bougainvillea in Her Arms by Megan Swenson A Dish for Moonlight by Merri Andrew Neuropathy by Marita Mežroze Sludge by Zeinab Fakih A Small, Exquisite Gallery by Michael Loyd Gray
There was only the one painting. But a line formed around the block as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feet shuffled and voices rose and fell. When it rained, umbrellas blossomed. Anticipation hung in the air like a pesky
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I left my hand in the other room. That happens sometimes—it just slides off the bone. I find my hand in the bed, strangled in a clot of covers. Fingers entombed in linen. I try to reattach it, but once the digits
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It was the wind that did it, and that Liam hadn’t had a moment alone for as long as he could remember. He was helping his child wee by the roadside when the night wind came up. The wind turned the poplar
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It took them three tries to kill the woman with bougainvillea in her arms. She was a nuisance—she left papery-pink petals everywhere, which the wind would take until there were pieces of her drying and crumbling all over town. One man claimed
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This story may be triggering for readers who are sensitive to pregnancy and loss. People marvel at doctors and compare them to God. She thinks otherwise. Doctors are closer compared to the modern-day executioner. There may not be a guillotine in sight
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