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Three Flash by Chloe N. Clark

The Dead Man’s Bride This is a true story. When I was 22, we buried my almost-husband in a graveyard that now no longer accepts the dead. Think about that? That a graveyard can fill as easily as a movie theater. There is standing room only for the grieving, not the lost. When he died…

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Fox by Stephen V. Ramey

She said she was afraid of commitment. I said I was, too. We played at sex, experimented with living together, even went so far as to window-shop for rings, but we knew it would never work out. The fear of transformation was too great. I worried I would turn vicious and petty, even abusive. “My…

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Prisoner of Love by Brad Rose

It was an understandable mistake. A small figurine of a girl, you were available only in stores that sold bullets. It was like a silent movie. Thank goodness, it was a lot better than it sounded. Of course, love can’t be attributed entirely to crop failure. Your kiss was far less frigid than lipstick on…

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The Ghosts by Shawnacy Kiker

These figures (the poem continues) are unattached to anything, only sometimes they come with a feeling. A stirring, say, a sudden recollection. The sprong of diving boards in the blue summer and the smell of warm towels on concrete, drips of water sliding down, hanging from the palm frond ends of my hair, catching the sun, the first time…

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Volunteer Garden by Amy Bernstein

Held in my dirty hands, the uprooted black-eyed Susan stalks stick straight up from their root balls, the flowers catching in my hair. If only they hadn’t chosen to grow up in the middle of my driveway, I could have left them alone. Instead, I had to dig them up gently to save them, and…

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My Grandfather’s Pre-Death Funeral by Owen Vince

It was a difficult sell. “I want my funeral now.” He said it matter-of-factly, like he was ordering food, his bony chest rising and falling perceptibly beneath his starched shirt. “I want my funeral before I’m dead.” My mother, his daughter, sighed and, placing her cup down in its saucer, told him exactly how unpleasant…