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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

The Poem of the World, by Scudder Parker—reveals itself/ like a doe’s hoof tapping ice / till she can drink.

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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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.
Dear Madeleine

Dear Madeleine

by Stephanie Vanderslice
I can tell you this now. Both times I was pregnant, I worried. I doubted my ability to raise a girl.
The Company of Shallow Holes

The Company of Shallow Holes

by Dino Parenti
One unremarkable March day, a man began puncturing random holes in his withered pasture with a post-hole digger.
Love For Sale

Love For Sale

by Benjamin Aleshire
I travel around the world and strangers pay me to write poems for them on a typewriter in the street—that’s how I’ve made my living for the last eight years.
There, I Said It

There, I Said It

by Tori Malcangio
In the dark, from my twin bed, I listen to Romy and her latest visitor in the sheets.
Crashing

Crashing

by Alle C. Hall
She was eight and at the beach and she felt like a movie star.

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