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De Generatione Dei by Joshua Jones

When we fessed up about not wanting any, Mom said “Sometimes babies just happen.” And, like a crack in a chrysalis, a hangover blistered my thigh while a tension headache bloomed. Above me, my wife—atop a donkey and peppered in swan’s down —rears back a mallet as big as sin, and I realize Mom’s right,…

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Drinking dirty by Mark G. Pennington

Her haunted look and I’m buying Grand Marnier, hot salmon, tomatoes, something called couscous. I can’t look right in the eyes, she reminds me the trouble, there are two blondes either side but it is her I want, her motherly, her ache, her deep explosive love, she’s good, she’s heart, she’s screaming blood, hurricanes and…

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REAL SHIT by James Croal Jackson

We’re eating Thai food, like we were supposed to do yesterday, and I tell you that spice level, I couldn’t handle but next I know we’re walking through alleys shoulder-to-shoulder when you ask when you gonna talk about the real shit? And we keep on, sun dipping to avoid the real conversations and I know…

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Coffee by Wheeler Light

Too much of a good thing I call breakfast. We meet for coffee and talk. For a bit, it’s warm out. The same conversation again. You pull the ripcord saying you have to go to the work you don’t have today but it’s a good excuse. I don’t call you out on lying and play…

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The Standing Grain by Rob Bockman

When you’re a 2L, they’ll take you aside after registration day, and they’ll sit you down—we were in the aquatic-smelling student lounge, with Professor Stahlberg presiding, pizza sauce on his tie and his glasses riding down his nose—and they’ll tell you about post-mortem law, “post-mort tort,” Stahlberg says, dryly amused. You, already used to jokes…