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Lemonworld by Rene Cajelo

It was a brighter shinier morning than any of us had known when a young pregnant woman announced to the nurses around her bed that it was too fine a day to spend all drugged up and dilated in a delivery room, and so walked away from the hospital and down to the park where…

photo of Visual Higgs Boson sculpture by Kai Schulte

Two Poems by Danielle Mitchell

Encyclopedia Eradica Hadrian’s Wall was incorrectly thought to have anything to do with King Arthur. Arthur was thought to be a cuckold. A cock is a bringer of power. Or a fowl. Hadrian was thought to be a humanist, but he enjoyed a hunt. The Higgs boson is the fox. Run through the Large Hadron Collider beneath France.…

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Network of Stoppages by Adam Moorad

It was 99° and night. The End was the worst. The Atoms had begun applauding lightly. They had the faces of a dead-eyed corpse, so damned certain about the outcome of whatever they were marching towards, or against, that they hadn’t even raised their weapons. Dallas ate whatever peeled off the wall. Diamond Philips had…

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Revenge of the Sati Bride by Anjali Enjeti

Your mouth, taped shut, silences internal screams. The wires cinching your wrists to the back of the chair leave grooves of oozing blood. When the tip of your braid catches fire, the smoke billows around your head like a halo. An angry flame desecrates the turquoise and green flowers of your sari’s pallu. Suffocating on…

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WARNING! Zombie Cow and Contest Deadline Looming!

It was like any other morning at the barn. I got up with the dawn, hitched the buckles on my bib-overall dress (hey, a cowgirl’s gotta look her best), and took off toward the pasture with a cup of coffee in my hand. I was leaning into the steam over the fence rail when I…

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Ember by Tomas Moniz

“Do you want to see a match burn twice,” my father asked me one day. We were sitting on the couch. We were alone, a rare occasion. Knowing my father, I was certain it was a trap, but said, “ok” anyway. I craved the attention. He took out his matchbook, something he always had on him, sliding…

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You Were Born to Die by Melissa Darcey

You took a philosophy class once and now you think you’re so smart. You can rattle off names with accent marks above the letters, which you think is proof of brilliancy. But you have no idea who’s a communist or who’s a creationist. You’re a narcissist and maybe that makes you a philosopher too. Yet…