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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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A Quintuple

A Quintuple

by Simon Perchik
Here, there, the way silence / tows you below the waterline / and though you are alone / you’re not sure where her name / is floating on the surface / or what’s left
My Own Struggle, Or An Exercise in Autofiction

My Own Struggle, Or An Exercise in Autofiction

by Isabella David McCaffrey
Autofiction is technically new, but now it’s been identified as a trend—like cat eyeliner then or wearing winter white. When the masses catch on, is it no longer cool?
River Mouth

River Mouth

by Heather Dobbins
She hasn’t taken off her swimsuit all summer. She is two hands / across her middle. I know that from throwing her: one foot / on my thigh, the other in my palm. Up, over, splash.
Proctoring

Proctoring

by Michael Lauchlan
Among students, I drink the same / coffee I drank at home an hour / ago—which is not some philosophical metaphor.
Down in the Station

Down in the Station

by Seth Sawyers
In the station a black woman with thick braids played the cello. I thought she was good, but I don’t know if she really was good, because what do I know about the cello?
My Mother Has a Cult Following

My Mother Has a Cult Following

by Siobhan Adcock
My mother has a cult following. It’s not as big as my father’s, because her band hasn’t sold as many records as his.
Sefeed

Sefeed

by Mathew Javidi
If I could go back, / I would have clutched my tongue, / not let it pirouette into / the soft, dim spotlight of / your living room
Monastery

Monastery

by Alicia Lai
Once I entered into a symbiotic relationship with a praying mantis, wings folded / at our altar of Queen Anne’s lace. There is wine on the table—father, please don’t / let the calf bleed on me.
Dark Rum & Tonic

Dark Rum & Tonic

by Molly Fisk
Sometimes what you need is a road / house, blast of laughter and warm air pouring / out the door, where the waitresses know / your name but the customers don’t
A Capitalist Back to Nature

A Capitalist Back to Nature

by Robert S. King
Here is the last forest that has never / heard the crisp snap of a dollar / or a siren louder than a crow. / Here the wind does not honor / the borders of a deed.

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