Missing
by Marcia
Aldrich
You find
a janitor pushing his mop
outside your office. “You’re
late,” he says as you side-step his pail, but slip. And he has
to grab you to keep you from falling. He
holds onto your arm a
little longer than necessary, you think. He’s probably your age,
though hard to gauge in the twilight. When he looks down at
his mop after he’s detached himself from your arm, you detect shyness. [more]
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Contributors' Notes
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What
You Tell Your
Therapist When He Asks Why You Have
Panic Attacks by
Tammy Guzman
There are
things you should never have to hear. Like your mother having sex.
Loudly.
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Editorial |
The
Homecoming by
Kyle Hemmings
After
the car accident, your body turned stiff as stone and I became a cloud
gatherer.
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The
Homecoming, The
Girl Alone in Her Room and
What You Tell Your
Therapist When He Asks Why You Have
Panic Attacks are available only in the print
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My
Pacific
by
Ladisa
Quintanilla
It
felt like a fire erupted from above, invisible molten sparks
singeing the hairs on my arms, melting my skin into puddles of brown
tar. It was hot. I came home to bury my
uncle. We weren’t close, but those things are forgotten in
death. [more]
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An Ugly Man
by Ana
Marcela
Fuentes
On her
lunch break, she dumps Luis for Daniel Towens, the ugliest man
in the county [more].
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The
Girl Alone in Her Room by Alissa
Nutting
The girl alone in her room held a
turtle whose skin reminded the girl of burned or dead skin.
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