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  • February 10, 2017

    “Reading Among the Ruins,” by Lauren K. Alleyne

    In the temple’s farthest corner an olive tree stands, silver-green leaves like a shawl, its trunk braided down into the ancient earth: You are witnessed by it. A boat hums by, and the fisherman waves. An ocean opens within you, makes your body a shore upon which memory crashes— returning, returning....

  • January 27, 2017

    “Daddy,” by Steven Gillis

    The first time my father tried to kill me I was seven. We had driven to the Miracle Mile strip mall at the edge of the city where Dad said he had to see a man about a horse. I sat in the backseat and when we parked Dad got out and told me he’d only be a minute. He rolled up the windows and locked the doors....

  • January 6, 2017

    “Days of 2015,” by Christopher Bakken

    We seized the night and shook it till it broke, / so time and bottles and most of our shoes / spilled from its breaking—and music gushed too: / Paris and Nikos relentless till five. // Blame them for this minefield of broken glass, / our unreasonable outbursts of joy. / Someone danced until his knees were bleeding. / Someone said she had fractured her being....

  • December 23, 2016

    “The Passion of Sheepdogs,” by John Haggerty

    Rachel, oh Rachel! Mistress of my heart, irradiated queen of the desert, alien oasis, black-budget fever dream, ghost town of the future, sheepdog disco, heart of America. Shelter me in your double-wides, ll my ventricles with Alien Burgers, stun me with alcohol, swaddle me in the lights of your brilliant night sky....

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