Push Notification by Claire Oleson

Her finger, tucked under his top lip, roved over his top front teeth. He wondered how much longer she needed. She had been kind—her veiny hand was sheathed in a blue plastic glove, but still, the bare unpleasantness was hard to bat away. She could […]

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Crash & Burn by SG Huerta

CW suicide, abuse My grandmother described my dad’s penultimate suicide attempt in 2018 como un milagro through both of our tears over the phone when I found out about his overdose. I hadn’t talked to the man in years, and quite frankly, I was terrified. […]

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Light Therapy by Kip Knott

It’s all about the light. It’s in the light. The light, the light. I repeat my mantra over and over again for 20 minutes every day as I bathe in the multi-spectrum glow of my SAD lamp, darkness hiding in the periphery like a hunter […]

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Supermoon by Jessica June Rowe

You wake up around midnight and through your closed eyelids you can already sense the brightness of the moon: someone forgot to close the curtains. A week ago was the last supermoon of the year but, for reasons scientists cannot explain, the moon forgot to […]

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Relics of the Motherland by Matt Hsu

On Tuesdays we kick up ash in the alley behind Jackson Street, tossing crumpled parchment in bins, twisting our caps until the bills crane sideways, slinging black backpacks into the empty spaces where windows should be. Aiguo won’t unlock the door until half-past-three. We never […]

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Rosie by Jeanine Skowronski

In this new house — in her new house, she guesses — Rosie doesn’t know where to look. She wants to see everyone; she wants to be seen. If Rosie can’t be seen, she wants to be felt. Honestly, Rosie prefers to be felt. She just […]


Marionettes by Christina Ray Henry

Her chubby little arms swaying as she careens down the mountain are all I can think of again this morning. The way her body’s flopped forward, and she stares at the snow passing underneath her. Her dad’s holding her up, her skis tucked between his. […]

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Return by Goldie Peacock

We shot in one of the ramshackle, defunct rooms at the Eastland Hotel during a blizzard. As we navigated labyrinthine hallways closed to the public en route to our makeshift studio, we whispered like we were doing something illicit, despite David’s of course having obtained […]

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