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Recent Fiction

Wapiti Nocturne, by Douglas W. Milliken

Mum died in the last days of October, leaving—among other things—a lot of fall-time chores incomplete.
Recent Poetry

When We Believed the World Wouldn’t End, by Benjamin Cutler

After the final harvest, the forecast / called for freezing temperatures / and the end of this winsome world.
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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Not Homework

Not Homework

by Jennifer Gennari
I want to be president / she says unprompted. / Her unfinished writing task / lies on the table between us.
Two Poems

Two Poems

by Karen Paul Holmes
When fifteen hours of Wagner’s Ring draws to a close, please Siegfried, don’t take the potion making you forget Brünnhilde.
Spoiled

Spoiled

by Michael Mark
My father puts the milk carton / on the kitchen table. Declares, She bought itbefore.
Aim

Aim

by Rebecca Foust
If Pastor Dale’s deer-stand was built as a place from which to squeeze a hair trigger, it also ladled up a grand view of the valley below, thick with hickory, sycamore, and elm.
Bystander

Bystander

by Jen Bergmark
Technically, you needed only one eye to take a photo, but you needed the other to see.
Across the Street

Across the Street

by Lee Martin
Over the next few weeks, a series of strange and unsettling incidents occurred. On more than one night, Glory was jarred from sleep by angry shouts coming from across the street.
Foal

Foal

by Lois P. Jones
In your next life you will be / birthed in needles / of hoarfrost, your eyes still / in the blue gauze between
The Mourner’s Song

The Mourner’s Song

by Roy White
You can die in January if you want, / and lots of people do, but this far north, / nobody gets into the ground till spring.
Fireside
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