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Recent Fiction

The Noon Executions, by Susan M. Gelles

They heard the shots, and the cheers, and every Saturday night they drank to celebrate the everlasting strength of the regime.
Recent Poetry

Thirteen, by Rebecca Foust

I was thirteen, and there was a boy’s mouth / where my legs met.
Recent CNF

Thank You, Girls!, by Dvora Wolff Rabino

I’m culling needless items from kitchen, baths, and linen closets. I’m curating friendships. Now it’s your turn to go.
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The Noon Executions

The Noon Executions

by Susan M. Gelles
They heard the shots, and the cheers, and every Saturday night they drank to celebrate the everlasting strength of the regime.
Silent Night

Silent Night

by Mary Liza Hartong
Winter was still holding onto spring like a child who refuses to leave her blanket at home.
Thank You, Girls!

Thank You, Girls!

by Dvora Wolff Rabino
I’m culling needless items from kitchen, baths, and linen closets. I’m curating friendships. Now it’s your turn to go.
Thirteen

Thirteen

by Rebecca Foust
I was thirteen, and there was a boy’s mouth / where my legs met.
Crystal Pigs

Crystal Pigs

by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.
My Stepmother, Myself

My Stepmother, Myself

by Abi Stephenson
She didn’t have to love me. Biology didn’t force her hand the way it does for mothers.
Changing Hearts

Changing Hearts

by David Watts
I heard for the second time / the news of his heart transplant, / details like a post card from a foreign country
Playground Doctrine

Playground Doctrine

by Myna Chang
In the grit of a 1975 farm town, 9-year-old girls weigh about 60 pounds, even wicked little girls with bad women for mommas.
Ecru

Ecru

by Oak Morse
We were all one beautiful blend / of mama’s love. My brother, / the color of ecru, the other one / sepia, and me, ebony.

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