Origins by Sandy Lubert

Content warning: alcoholism, domestic abuse I come from an empty bottle. Not like a genie; more like a thick stench – the residual, acrid tang that lingers even after a bottle is dry. I pulled myself together with ethereal wisps of this bitterness and other hollow...

Space by Ely Percy

Content warning: drug overdose, violence, offensive language Wully McCoy wis greetin the day. His cousin’s girlfriend took an ecstasy up the dancin the other night an she went an died. Ah’ve never seen Wully greetin before. We wur in Home Ec makin this mad korma curry...

A Wall by Saturday by Shirley Muir

I had forgotten the wiry, black-haired man with the craggy face etched by the Anatolian sun, and a scar across his right eyebrow. He built the wall, stone by stone, layer by layer, fast and fluid with cutter and trowel, cement and sand. I had forgotten that each day...

Shoot the Messengers; Burn the Witch by Christine Makepeace

Sylvie pressed her palms flat against her thighs. She pinned the gauzy floral fabric down and examined the shapes peeking between her spread fingers. She was older today than yesterday. She was quite possibly the only age that mattered, yet suddenly the counting of...

Kauaʻi ʻōʻō by Janneke de Beer

Mine is not a complicated song. It has been sung for generations before me, and it will be sung for generations more. On a clear day, it can be heard for miles – across the trees and valleys and through the din of the multitude of other songs and cries and chirps and...

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