Refuges, Montauk

Maura R Pellettieri

No body is a dream of anybody else’s. I listen to you trying to come in. I like to hear the bell, which is the sound of a gap in…

The Difference Between Us

Steven Kiernan

People always want to know What was the worst thing you saw over there? It’s never close family or friends who ask this question, but old acquaintances at the grocery…

Mail

Rebecca McClanahan

Even now, two months dead, you get more mail than I do. Last week, a Christmas card from an old Marine buddy who hasn’t heard from you in a while,…

Gone, Ungone

Georgia Pearle

What things we thought we’d be able to be, back when I took his swarming half-cells into me and swelled. Together, we thought. Then I outgrew his waistline, then I…

Sensitive Boy

Ira Sukrungruang

Before the end of my parents’ marriage, I couldn’t stop reading. I read everything—junk mail, Sears catalogs, magazines and textbooks, canned food labels, cereal boxes, street signs, and billboards. If…

Supertask

Kylan Rice

Therefore, at every moment of its flight, the arrow is at rest.       —Aristotle, Physics 239b5-7 Poems are about sharp arrows a friend writes. Where at any moment an arrow is…

The Conservation of Sleep

Ron Carlson

After dinner remarks: Rather than outline and delineate our extensive research methods over the past who knows how many years, let me just start with the results, startling as they…

The Red Snowsuit

Mary Kate Azcuy

For my oldest brother, Charles In the mid-1960s, my family lived in a northern New Jersey steel-gray, shingle-style colonial. My memories of early childhood are like Van Gogh’s dreary, early…

Monsters

Carla E. Dash

“Your children are monsters,” the dying woman said. “How can you stand it?” But what did she know? She didn’t feel the fatherless progeny swirling in her belly, the last…

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