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The Bearer

Caught in a hail storm, what would you discover about yourself?

by Peter Schmidt on March 11, 2018March 10, 2018

Crossroads

Vision as a miracle; roadkill as one too, maybe.

by Peter Schmidt on February 18, 2018February 18, 2018

STAY FOR GRANDMA

In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.

by Maddy Pauchet on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017

White Noise

“I look at him. He doesn’t look at me. Just stares straight ahead. He shuts his eyes for a moment, and at first I’m afraid he’s not going to open them again.”

by Katie Duggan on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017

An Imaginary Collection

“I sometimes wonder, would you be able to reconstruct some image of me through the objects I’ve left behind? Would you know what I looked like? Smelled like? How I acted in public and in private?”

by Archie Golden on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017

Nothing On the Inside

“It all stopped, very suddenly, for Robert Bailey, just before his 31st birthday. One moment he was thinking, remembering things, talking silently and invisibly in his head—in other words, he was altogether active, interiorly speaking, and then it stopped.”

by Aidan Gray on December 3, 2017December 2, 2017

GREG SIMONS HATES HIS SON

One man can pinpoint the moment his life went to shit.

by Katie Duggan on November 19, 2017November 17, 2017

Snapshots of a Cyclical Life

“A Persian, an American, a Russian, and a Frenchman walk into a bar—”

by Liza Milov on November 19, 2017November 17, 2017

Rain

“A compass points to Borneo, and Oksana runs straight toward it.”

by Annie Yang on October 22, 2017October 20, 2017

On Wisdom (and) Teeth

“A Sunday slumber turned October tastes like cider mixed with tahini.”

by Iris Samuels, Mariachiara Ficarelli on October 22, 2017October 28, 2017

The Bust of Sokrates

“But then the Romans didn’t want paunchy, lumpy bodies in their villas (aside from their own), so they decapitated Sokrates, already green and moldy from the hemlock, and shoved his face alone in their alcoves, dressing him up in pure white marble.”

by A C Gray on October 15, 2017October 14, 2017

Schrödinger’s Lottery

“Maybe it was the cheap thrill of furiously scratching them with a quarter, and seeing all those shimmery silver shavings pile up.”

by Katie Duggan on October 8, 2017October 8, 2017


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