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THE RUNNER by Alessio Zanelli

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The Runner On feet of dreams the runner’s headed to land’s end.She knows the horizon keeps receding while she’s running,but she runs as though it didn’t.A finish line is...

TRANSCONTINENTAL by Guiseppe Getto

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Transcontinental How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali...

THIRD EYE SAGAS by Megan Denese Mealor

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Painting Party at an Indian Buffet I am scumbling a cataract waterfall with underhanded oils,ad-libbing the lilac current and dysmorphic October Glory maple trees.Feeling prolific and pioneering, I fashion...

NO BONES ABOUT IT by Ken Holland

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NO BONES ABOUT IT Someone told me that my storywas a story that would be told.But I can’t remember who it wasthat spoke when he spoke so.Or who he...

SCARS AND SPITE: How Academic Labels Shaped My Education by Haile...

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Among the various essays, poems, and works that I’ve written about my education,I try to assert myself as someone rational, as someone who acknowledges her disadvantages but has grown from the pain...

NOW YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE by David Swan

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Tina’s watch said 5:45 a.m. Central time. Though it was an hour later at home, and Bill’s rigid morning routine would have him in the shower with his phone out of reach,...

TWO WOMEN by Penny Page

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At first, the knock startled me—two quick raps of the knuckle followed by one hard strike—a distinctive and demanding announcement, leaving no doubt in my mind who was standing in the hall....

A GIFT FIT FOR A QUEEN by Dru Richman

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Olivia sat under a painted sky watching the suns go down. Her husbands had put the children to bed and now she was enjoying a moment of blissful quiet. It had been...

WHEN SARAH SMILED by Marc Levy

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Most good people go quietly.—Frank Serpico Steven walked briskly up the stairs, signed forms, entered the crowded elevator, strode down the corridor, finally entered a small overheated room....

A CHILD LOST by Ray Keifetz

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Fool’s Birthday Not every daydo you pass through a doorwithout opening itand behind the iron boltfind cake. Not every dayagainst the slow grinding glaciers,evaporating seas,the calcificationof...