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    ALICE IN MONTAUK by Gosia Nealon

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    Alice in Montauk 1938, Montauk, New York The Island Club on Lake Montauk had filled up with people dining, dancing, or gambling. The air was rich...

    TALK TO ME by Bonita LeFlore

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    TALK TO MEby Bonita LeFlore  At three months of age, Maria Lopez Ruiz’s eyes turned blue. Not just any ordinary blue, but turquoise, the color of the sea near...

    DESI DINNER PARTY by Mariya Khan

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    DESI DINNER PARTY When your mom says you’re spending Saturday night at Sunnah Auntie’s house, you groan and try to convince her otherwise. Your mom instructs you to pick out a Pakistani outfit. There’s no...

    TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury

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    TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in...

    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein

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    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the...

    DON’T TELL by Keith Manos

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    Don't Tell He stands next to my desk and uses this pen with green ink to mark my homework.  I’m so used to the red markings that every other...

    AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE by James Hanna

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    AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE by James Hanna In the first week of Trump’s presidency, something unusual happened in Putnamville, Indiana. Sammy Spigot, a garrulous DJ on the local radio station, started playing only one song....

    RIVER RUN by Gary James Erwin

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    River Run Thighs burned. Cold air stung his throat. Beneath his knee caps, buried inside the knotof ligaments, muscle and bone, something clunked rhythmically with each step. Reachingdown, he...

    SKELETON IN THE CESS PIPE by Max Watt

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    It was chaos in the close quarter lodgings. No matter where Mirka went people threatened one another and fought over scraps of food. Father had told him that it was where the hopeless gathered....

    MESSINESS by Jahnavi Misra

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    MESSINESSby Jahnavi Misra   “Does this spark joy?” Nita kept asking herself.She went around the room, tripping on random items, picking up one thing after another – a figurine, a coaster, a vinyl –...