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Vines, Pt. 2

The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.

by Mina Quesen on February 28, 2021February 28, 2021

Vines, Pt. 1

“Is it too late to go around asking strangers for tylenol?”

by Mina Quesen on February 21, 2021February 21, 2021

First, Nothing

“Let yourself age. Let time press through your skeleton like water, dribbling through your pores, let it sing right through your bones…”

by Lara Katz on February 21, 2021February 21, 2021

The Story about a War and Some Other Things

“Anyway, I’ve heard stories are supposed to have morals. I don’t know if this is much of a story, really, but I’ll give it a moral anyhow.”

by Lara Katz on February 14, 2021February 13, 2021

Proud, Lifeless, And Very Much Clean

“He is desperate for his dinner, too hungry to say hello, … he laments his work, his employer, his cold-footed commute, … he grinds his teeth at our rationed mutton and yet—the frugal bastard—gives me nothing, nothing, not a penny to spare.”

by Lara Katz on October 4, 2020October 3, 2020

Where the River Narrows

” ‘There are four ways to get into Narrows,’ Grandpa once said, leaning back in a rocking chair in his Colorado living room. ‘Two’ Grandma countered. ‘One across the bridge, one along the railroad tracks where you turn right.’ ‘There are four ways,’ he insisted, ‘but it took me twenty years to find them all.’ “

by Allie Mangel on May 3, 2020June 30, 2020

Photograph of Dismemberment

“There are some things that she wishes she did not know.”

by Arianah Hanke on March 1, 2020February 29, 2020

In the Glow of this Candle

“It does not matter that Claire in real life, though a remarkably talented singer, is not a songwriter. This Claire is not that Claire, even though they are inextricably linked by more than their names and the name of their current partners.”

by Peter Taylor on February 16, 2020February 18, 2020

Antibody

“Disconnecting from my warring fingers, I hang in a space that belongs to neither fingers nor eyes.”

by Abigail Glickman on December 8, 2019December 8, 2019

Lower East Side

“In line with his nature, he broke up with me too politely.”

by Violet Marmur on December 8, 2019December 8, 2019

Nadia

“The carefully applied lipstick drew the shape of lips over where they were supposed to be, where there was now nothing more than scarred skin.”

by Khanh Vu on November 24, 2019November 24, 2019

Dregs

“But with Mrs. Ashbury, Gregg was different. He showed her a care that she never seemed to reciprocate, even when she paid him.”

by Peter Schmidt on October 20, 2019October 19, 2019


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