Jellybeans by Gabrielle McAree

For four months, I dream my insides are jellybeans. Not the good flavors, the bad ones. Rotten eggs, smelly socks, dirty diapers, dead fish. If they were good flavors, normal flavors, I wouldn’t worry. When I call to tell you this, you’re in a meeting. […]

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Singular by Sher Ting

We learnt to speak in one-word sentences. Growing up, our families were similar – we had been born into families of craftsmen and arc-welders. They forged weapons with their teeth—each word an arrow, each syllable a silver bullet designed to puncture the air and bleed. […]

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The Casimir Effect by Jack Barker-Clark

Long before irony and before we all wore futuristic leggings, our class painted blotchy doomed planets, nobody yet wise or lucent or talented. We had graduated from shells and pebbles (delicately-seamed) and expanded logically into the universe. We’d captured Saturn’s rings and moons; our brushes […]

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Therapy Camp FAQ by Jillian Luft

What to Bring: Seven short-sleeved tops in hard candy colors, neatly folded. Seven pairs of denim shorts, cuffed above the knee. Seven pairs of socks and underwear. Mom says laundry’s done weekly. There’s no need to stress. A pair of knock-off Keds, laces removed. You […]

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Dreams of Candomblé by K Ferguson

I called it Macumba because that was what my parents called it. “It’s an offering to evil spirits,” my mom explained after she warned me not to go near the three-tiered cake with fifty-cent coins nestled in the pearly, whipped-cream peaks that glistened temptingly under […]

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Mise-en-scène by Karen Schauber

My brain has been injured and is not working properly. I appear to be asleep, dead even… but of course, I’m right here. Hovering. The frenzy, shouts, rushing… all for what—I’m not coming back. I begin to relax, breathe, take in my surroundings. Roger is […]

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