At the Northern Sea by Maria Gabriele Baker

First rolling up the pant-legs of his corduroys to his knees, then pulling on his beige windbreaker, leaving it open over his enormous stomach, and then walking, walking, walking slowly in the low-tide sands of the Northern German shore? My father looks like a royal...

Saving Face by Melynie Tyler Ferrari

Your face hides from my unwavering eyes as if it were masquerading through a sterile land. It is shielded and guarded from not only me, but the entirety of the world as well. You must understand that even after the storm the clouds are reborn. Through your trials and...

Our Departed by Maria Gabriele Baker

The picture and notice of my uncle Gottfried’s passing is the latest addition to the album of Our Departed. We, my mother and I, collect the death notices of our deceased in this special book. We keep tabs on those who’ve left us behind. From the outside, the album...

American Spirit by Heather Hayes

“What did you say?” I turned my head to Danny, watched as he drained the life out of the cigarette trembling in his bruised hands. Smoke quick-stepped around his sharp jawline and five o’clock shadow before dissipating into the night. He extended his hand, offering me...

Thoughts of Nonnina by Julia St. Clair

In your Northern Bronx home, set against The room with the crimson carpet and plastic Covered furniture, you play with me, and recall Memories of how for a year you wore Black for your mother then, after a year, after a month, repeated Modeling darkness when your...

The Coat Rack by Chris Miller

Thank god the first week is over and I’m finally in bed. I roll from my side onto my back and look towards the ceiling. The paint is peeling off, little broken piece by little-broken piece. It’s nothing bizarre, just chipped paint. My roommate’s quiet, slow breathing...
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