David Smith
by Jonathan Dittman
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Morning Mist
by Stephanie Smith
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
Algebra Alley
by Jason Abbate
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
Helicopter Affair
by Marisca Pichette
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
On the Cusp of a Broken Day
by Stephanie Smith
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
Letter From a Dead Girl
by Guiseppe Getto
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
Awakening
by Stephanie Smith
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
Love Poem 2
by Farnood Jahangiri
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
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Thin as Bone
by Michelle McMillan-Holifield
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
It was the year you woke up in ICU with all fifteen of us (against hospital protocol, but then everyone thought you were dying) staring at you and tubes wormed their way down your throat, and you sat up, lay back down, sat up again, waving arms, miming for a pen and when there was none, your fingers danced (Mozart? Picasso?) along the sheet that lay over your atrophied legs, writing questions in invisible ink.
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Arrangements
by Andy Aliaga-Mendoza
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
There are services these days where one can be cremated and grown alongside a bunch of seeds. I like the idea of becoming a tree. I’d like to be a tree somewhere where trees thrive. Where they won’t be chopped down and made into hospital pamphlets. Somewhere that won’t cost you much to fly in from San Francisco. For argument’s sake I didn’t go anywhere from here and it’ll be a grand old reunion.
Legs
by Ronald Sparling
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
It went something like this: Dear Ann: I recently married a mortician. Although I had previously participated in heavy petting, technically, I was still a virgin. On our wedding night my husband told me to soak in a cold bath until my body was frigid. …
Biscuits
by Rohit Chakraborty
Issue No. 232 ~ September, 2016
‘So, I hear that you won’t be shaving your head.’ The crack of the rusk broken into two unequal halves by hand may have awakened the dead. Spirally arranged like collapsed domino tiles on a chipped plate with blue daisies and their silver stems etched …