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Recent Fiction

My Broken Brain, by Angie Ellis

I keep a list of songs I know well, so that if I get dementia people can reach the real me hidden inside my broken brain.
Recent Poetry

Ode to a Bee on the Small of Your Back, by Partridge Boswell

Blind to what tickles the delta of nerves there / you rub a humming with the back of your hand
Recent CNF

Freddy Krueger is Not Real, by Dina Peone

I was under the covers in my sister’s bedroom, deep asleep, while flames spread from a nearby candle.
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Secrets in the Landscape

Secrets in the Landscape

by Cathy Herbert

The day he went into the hospital that last time, he told me he was not at all afraid of death. He did not believe in God.

I Have to Catch Fish so Jason Can Get Married

I Have to Catch Fish so Jason Can Get Married

by Matthew Sullivan

Jason has four children all born from different mothers. Child support will glean most of what he makes this fishing season. Does he know that? I won’t tell him.

Fragments of My Rape

Fragments of My Rape

by Janna Vought

It began / with the Stain. / The Stain, my Stain / red on a white bedspread / covered with bristles / of nylon thread.

Precision

Precision

by Carol Hamilton

Scarlatti’s sheet music lies / on the floor near the piano / and a catalog for later perusal / is sprawled in full color / near the computer.

Death Poems

Death Poems

by Laura Madeline Wiseman

I don’t know why death wants me or why death wakes me to press her bones against my backside. The ringing is incessant now. She has to know this.

Eyes of the Day

Eyes of the Day

by Tim Craven

I recall as kids when our obsession would / lead us into the thick backwoods / next to the decommissioned railway / line, our pockets stuffed with ribbons

Mrs. Shelton

Mrs. Shelton

by Michael C. Ahn

Even on weekends Mrs. Shelton wouldn’t leave my head. I thought of her on the bus, at my desk, and in my bed. I suspected my mother noticed me at times, gazing at or playing with my food.

Nightfall

Nightfall

by Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
translated by Jacqueline Michaud

The sun slept this evening in clouds of mounting gray / Tomorrow will bring the storm, and evening, and night

Fireside
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