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Preparing Peruvian Lomo Saltado, Mallory Dickson
Gamos, Jonathon Egan
Nocturne Beginning With A Line By Derek Walcott, Gavin Gao
Nocturne Beginning With A Line By Derek Walcott, Gavin Gao
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Unreliable Marketing Strategies, Rich Ives
The Threat Of Happiness, Rich Ives
Leaving Alabama In 1987, Alexandra Palmer
Memento Mariposa, Anthony Pearce
On Rites And Watercolors, Alexandra Palmer
That They Would Pray To Google, Isaac Robertson
258, Lindsey Keller
258, Lindsey Keller
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In a rusty Detroit iron he took Delia to his house, his basement with the russet futon. She looked through his cabinet of records, turning each one with her knuckle. Her fingers were still tacky, still had the bright smell of orange juice. She had been sitting on the front lawn of school, peeling her orange, trying to scour off the soft pulp with her thumbnail. She got up to throw away the skin and when she came back he was sitting next to her jumper on the grass, breaking the orange into segments. Blonde hair and a suede vest. …
A Few True Things, Kristen Evans
A Few True Things, Kristen Evans
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The day Rafael Ochoa first noticed the thorns on his hands, it was too late to do anything about them. It was a Thursday, near the end of March. He ducked into the high school auditorium, accompanied as always by a simmering storm cloud of anger, his hands stuffed into his pockets: two stones at his sides. A blue bruise was spreading across his jaw.
Letter To Myself, Micah Cozzens
Letter To Myself, Micah Cozzens
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You did nothing but drool until the age of eight, the same year you finally learned to read. You were-to put it mildly-developmentally challenged. Social interactions were learned painstakingly, almost as painstakingly as piano. All those plunked-out notes over so many afternoons. Your music teacher was nothing short of a saint.
Happy Sun, Julien Fish
Happy Sun, Julien Fish
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I wept for Armando Palomo at his viewing lunch. I don't know what set me off. Maybe it was the weight of my steady indifference over the years, or the thought that had things been reversed and it been my viewing, he'd have been too busy consoling my family, stirring the mood to a warm reverence, to reckon with the reasons for our losing touch. But whatever hard truth the crying had flushed out of me was soon lost to my embarrassment at the thought that others at the table had taken my tears to mean that Armando and I …
To The Boy In My Second Grade Class, Sarah J. Meyers
To The Boy In My Second Grade Class, Sarah J. Meyers
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I know you were just joking, back in our classroom, about our Fruit-Roll-Ups burning where we left them in the gymnasium lunchroom. Because of the fire drill. I know you probably weren't thinking about your father at all when you said the joke, even though it was your first day back at school. After everything happened. Were you? Were you thinking of your father when you joked about our Fruit-Roll-Ups burning? I couldn't think of anything else after our teacher told us-the horribleness of a father burning-the horribleness of a father sleeping and burning. I know I should have thought …
Mindful Eating, Hayley Rawle
Mindful Eating, Hayley Rawle
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My therapist Rachel sat across the room from me holding a small red box of Sun-Maid raisins. We were in her office at counseling services in a basement corner of the Brigham Young University student center. I had started seeing Rachel a few months prior for my myriad manifestations of anxiety, which she had confirmed with a diagnosis. She told me that particular Wednesday afternoon we would be practicing mindful eating. I noticed half of a rose tattoo peeking out beneath her yellow cardigan sleeve as she handed me the raisin box.
Chaos And Control 01, Joselyn Torbenson
Chaos And Control 02, Joselyn Torbenson
Ninety Days, Shellirae Spotts
Ninety Days, Shellirae Spotts
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At six o'clock, on a smoky fall evening in September I planted pansies in my front yard as my twin brother reported to the county jail to serve a ninety-day sentence for charges stemming from "unethical business practices." I did not hear about it until almost midnight, but it was an occurrence we had foreseen for weeks. He had spent the last month making provisions. He made sure his wife and children would be taken care of, called his six siblings to make sure we knew, witnessed the birth of his fifth child, and was gone.
Four Blue Windbreakers, Mari Molen
Four Blue Windbreakers, Mari Molen
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Aimee and I wear ours at eight in the morning-alone. The night before, Mom had weaved Aimee's lightning-blonde hair into a tight braid. But now in the morning light, Aimee looks like an albino Klingon or something, random hairs flying from her head like alien antennas. Her light blue windbreaker pulls tight along her bird shoulders as she slides into the passenger seat.
Tower, Joselyn Torbenson
Underwater Knees, Hannah Ruiz
Untitled, Joselyn Torbenson
Recourse 7, Julian Harper
Recourse 2, Julian Harper
Echo, Kimberly Johnson
Water And Blood, John Bennion
After Last Night, Bruce Jorgensen
The Bluest Eyes, Lance Larsen
To Rosie, Dave Nielsen