by Richard Robbins
Feral dogs bark through the night
and end up asleep on stone
I’ll Take Your Jacket When You Die
by Leona Sevick
I know how this happened.
The tradition of naming things
one might pass on to loved ones
got him thinking about his share.
A Hidden Grave
by Jay Udall
The someone we killed,
my cousin and I
in our youth, a face
I can’t see, but weak
and dumb—he was ours,
the air become red,
limbs and head severed Continue reading
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Katie the Storm
by Will Brooks
Russel sat watching the green, yellow, and red swirl on the TV screen, reminding him of the tie-dye T-shirts his brother had worn while going through his hippie stage. The weather man kept calling the storm Katie. He hated that name about as much as he hated rain. Katie had been his third girlfriend’s name and had broken his heart when, at the seventh grade dance, she’d dropped him like a hot rock when asked to dance by Clyde Silvey. He stood there with the other wallflowers as Katie and Clyde danced. Clyde knocked Katie up senior year, and after two more kids, they divorced. Russel still hated them both and their names.
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Scrap
by Joseph Han
I’m not one loser. I know how that sounds. That time Ms. Sumida told me after seventh grade English period I was gonna be the only one from Central Middle had a chance go college, I wanted to believe her so bad. I know she was talking about Nicky and Robert them and maybe she was tryna make me feel better or something. Probably saw me in one headlock during lunch recess.
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