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Naomi Washer

With Bruno   In my first memory of life, which I recall as both observer and observed, I am four years old and waiting in the wings. I am waiting for my cue to burst out onto the stage. I can feel the heat…

March 10, 2020
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Michelle Menting

Segues Sealed   It’s the holiday, but the bird is gone. Breadcrumb stuffing goes on to explore new stomach linings. After the table is cleared, plates scraped, plates stacked, I take the stairs, walk down to the basement floor. Down there: photographs, webbed and mature, glass shards giving…

March 10, 2020
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Patrick Thornton

Pineapple   Dear JonBenét, Did you ever notice how in the grocery store checkout line tabloids are always put at just the right height for children to see them? Adults have to look down to see a tabloid, and may not notice if they’re…

March 10, 2020
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Michael Dean Clark

Precautionary Tales One of the strangest side-effects of fatherhood is this: I often find myself in an awkward space where memories of my own childhood injuries mingle uncomfortably with those of my children. Through the prism of memory, mine are anecdotes crafted around the…

March 10, 2020
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Alexis Berry

Grandpa’s Chair The house is quiet, still in the dimness. There is a single lamp standing crooked in the corner of the living room, rust building along the aged brass hinges. It does a poor job illuminating the mahogany bookshelf beside it, packed full…

March 10, 2020