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The Twenties
Consider the twenties, not Gatsby, not Daisy, not that old Roaring,
John Hodgen
On Breathing and Not Breathing—The Sequence
Once, a man stopped breathing
Suzanne Lummis
And After the Ark
what was left behind was astounding:
Erika Meitner
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
Derealization
I left my body in Barnes & Noble
Julie Heming
Deciduous (Evening in a Polar Vortex)
Blanket, you hear, means to cover,
Ella Flores
WHEN EVENING COMES
Everyone here has so many faces,
Troy Jollimore
HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
Shot | Total Eclipse
Don’t be distracted by
Joseph Campana
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
Spit
Some progress is anything but.
David Rivard
Mourning and Melancholia
If I had two dogs,
Debora Lidov
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