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  • Rabbit Suit

    by Julia Lynn Rubin

    When I look at the sky, I don’t see color. The man in the rabbit suit doesn’t either. I know this because I asked him one summer, when the air smelled like burning pavement.

  • Superman

    by Emile DeWeaver

    A mother-of-pearl mirror-stand, rolled rugs from Damascus, and other brick-a-brac from when I went through my I’m-gay-but-proud-to-be-Syrian bullshit fill the shadows in my garage.

  • Orbiting, Day 271

    by Bradley Potts

    “There is a 2.43% probability of survival. How would you like to proceed, Jay?” Blue Jay, flutter and fly, away from the crows.

  • Puddles Like Pillows

    by Suzanne Conboy-Hill

    Things began disappearing round about March. Just little things—a newspaper left on a bench, or a sandwich wrapper—and not blown away . . .

Poetry

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  • Five by Perchik

    by Simon Perchik

    This dirt still mimics sweat / lies down alongside, unsure / your lips would quiet it / though the finger that is familiar / probably is yours –could be enough

  • A College Classroom in the Month of May

    by Lowell Jaeger

    Silence after I call your name this morning / earns another black mark in the roll book.

  • Letter to Francisco

    by Mark Ramirez

    The family portrait sits framed on my dresser / along with the other artifacts from before my time. / 1942. You look about as old as the century . . .

  • Weeding

    by Art Nahill

    Kneeling amidst / the camellias, roses / culling the self / sown from the cultivated / the disdained / from the highly-regarded / I’m reminded / how circumstance / defines us . . .

Essays

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  • Warped Optimism

    by Diane Payne

    After making the one hundred mile drive with my daughter for the Breast MRI appointment, she takes off to meet an old friend who is a medical student at the hospital.

  • Hidden in the Bone

    by Jim Krosschell

    Lately, as I’ve progressed from little walks around the living room to real walks around the block, the neighborhood seems to be different.

  • Face Value

    by Randy Osborne

    “I don’t expect you to remember me,” she says. The Atlanta bar is loud around us. She’s maybe late 30s, with dark hair and eyes, apple cheeks, a certain kind of defiance about the lips.

  • Sunday

    by Lee Martin

    A porch swing sways, and the chains in the eyehooks screwed into the rafters let out their lazy creaks as if this is a day of rest for them, too. Or nearly so.

Du Jour

The Boy’s Own Manual to Being a Proper Jew

Nov 6, 2014 | 0 comments

by Eli Glasman

When I got back to the house it was nearly midday. My father and Talya were still at synagogue. Normally we had coffee and cake for breakfast on Shabbat, but I’d left too early, so there was a piece left for me on the bench.

Untying the Knot

Aug 16, 2014 | 0 comments

by Karen Paul Holmes

Why do knots form by themselves? / In my blow dryer cord, / cell phone charger, / dog leashes. / What Boy Scout crept into the dark / to practice right over left / around and through?

Larger Than Life

Aug 12, 2014 | 0 comments

by Jodi Picoult

One day when I was seven I came home from school to find that my mother had redecorated my bedroom. My shelf of stuffed animals was gone, replaced with all the books on math and science she had used in college.

Dreaming My Animal Selves

Aug 4, 2014 | 0 comments

by Hélène Cardona

Wind, who yearns to be savored, offers / me three cups overflowing / with eternity, daemon of insight. / The opportune encounter enraptures quintessential / distress, ruffles estranged quietude . . .

Losing Found Things

Jul 9, 2014 | 0 comments

by Brett Garcia Rose

My mother took her own life at 1 a.m. on Saturday the thirteenth of some month. I know this because my watch tells me.

The 2014 Lascaux Flash fiction contest has a winner and 18 finalists:

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Congratulations Jodi Barnes!

The Lascaux Prize in Fiction is open for submissions.

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The Christine Eldin Memorial Fellowship for middle grade authors is presently open for submissions. Selectee receives $1000 to help complete a work-in-progress. Deadline is 31 December 2014. For more details please visit the website or read the guidelines at Submittable:

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