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Piazza Vecchia by Diana Radovan

December 3rd, 2018 The body of an angel was found in Piazza Vecchia this morning at 6 a.m. The angel’s wings were broken and the face was squashed on one side, allowing honey bees to enter the space that would normally be inhabited by flesh and bones in human or animal beings. The angel seemed…

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Oceans by Nikolaj Volgushev

One morning I wake up to find my living room replaced by an ocean. I stand in the doorway, look over the gray, clamoring waves. They stretch as far as the eye can see. This isn’t a tropical sort of ocean, it’s breezy and unwelcoming. The North Atlantic perhaps? I light a cigarette, consider my…

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Triangles by Marie Hoy-Kenny

Brooklyn draws rows of eggplants and zucchinis on her math textbook. She catches me looking and winks. Mr. Foster’s at the front of the room, obliviously discussing Pythagorean Theorem. Brooklyn bats her fake eyelashes like she’s waiting for me to compliment her artwork so I whisper that I can see she’s got a thing for…

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The Rascally Rabbit by Kim Magowan

My ex-boyfriend owns a pub called The Rascally Rabbit, and every time I go there he tries to convince me to fuck him. I say, “I’m married.” He says, “Me too. And?” I say, “And, your wife’s a bitch.” This is true, though Shannon and I were good friends before she married my ex-boyfriend. Well,…

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Seven Confessions by John Meyers

You reach a certain age, you have to level with yourself. There are things I can’t do that I thought I could do, there are lies I tell myself everyday that I probably should stop telling myself. I’m no longer young, I’m on the backend of an uneventful, relatively easy life, and I think it’s…

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Esther Threw Her Back Out by Patrick Beath

She was done with it. Curving at age ten; aching ever since. Always demanding a great delicacy of movement–no running, no jumping, no dancing. Intimacy was a controlled handshake. She’d had enough, so out it went, into the trash. As it turns out, the ribs had to go too (anatomy!). Fortunately, Esther had had the…

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Underlimbs by Barbara Barrow

We had grown bored with our bodies: those tedious slouching abdomens, those same rubbery slopes of flesh. But then we discovered that there were additional, submerged bodies underneath, or, more precisely, body parts that lived under our other body parts and sometimes floated up, shyly, just beneath the surface. Like the rippling movement of a…

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The Last One by Madeline Anthes

I don’t know the rules. All I know is this: I wait until the cicadas start screaming, shedding skins that cling to tree trunks. I wait until the humidity is so thick I can cut it with a butter knife. And then I ride my bike to the old house where I grew up. And…