Latest Writing
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Take Four:An Interview with C. Dale Young
In the second installment of our new interview series, “Take Four,” we talk to contributor C. Dale Young about his new work in short fiction, the subtle differences between poetry and prose, and the alchemy of characterization.
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Take Four:An Interview with Paul Lisicky
In the first installment of our new interview series, “Take Four,” we talk to contributor Paul Lisicky about his short story “Lent” and his latest collection from Four Way Books. In between issues, we’ll keep the conversation going as more contributors share their thoughts on recent work, current projects and the challenges of writing well.…
POETRY
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WHY HAVE CHILDREN WHEN THE WORLD IS ENDING by Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
Killer whales have stopped reproducing. Polar bears are eating their cubs. Koalas abandon their young. Breathless,nose low to the brush to keep from choking on rising smoke,they run towards the thousands, pounds of food we airdroppedwhere earth stopped burning or flames just hadn’t reached yet,guilt for our part in this end or fear it would come for usthe same.…
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TWO POEMS by Sebastian Merrill
inverse twin, lost sister I. Like our dead, you live in memory: our grandmother’s clouded eyes saw you instead of me. In the cold, my bones still ache along…
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LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT UNSONNET by Dante Di Stefano
I am thankful for the acres in the inchesa poem makes on the page of its saying.Like in this one, there is a large meadowwith a long table in the middle of it,and seated at the table, every friendand ancestor I could ever invoketurns their faces to me and mouths the wordsof a pop song…
FICTION
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BLUE RIBBON by Mollie Ficek
Cecelia stole it. It was my Sour Cream Raspberry Ripple Cake recipe and she walked away with the win. I normally wouldn’t make such a fuss. I’m not one to complain or point fingers. But in this case, I can’t keep quiet. I just can’t shut my big mouth. That blue ribbon means my winning…
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ROSA by Anne Germanacos
Just a name Rosa, a girl in a story, a name I happen to like. She’s a girl with a father who follows her to the ends of the earth as she follows a story, a myth, an incantation. She is trying to be a virgin and a diplomat, like Gertrude Bell. She would also…
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SPA CARE by Xenia Taiga
The spa was located in the hills, behind the town’s famous billboards. “The farthest spot on known earth,” her husband said, looking over the brochures. “No fast foods for miles.” Her husband helped her pack, while she stood to the side eating Dorito’s. The afternoon sun shone on her as she got in the car…
TRANSLATION
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