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GASTROPODA

 

Introductions by Lori Cramer

Caught off guard by the question, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind: that I believe the twelve-to-six curveball is by far the...

Two Prose Poems by Ann Kathryn Kelly

Struggle, in Orange Orange, the color of sunsets missed all summer as I retreated to a bedroom, shades drawn. Orange in my core simmers,...

The Test Track by Emily Hessney Lynch

It was a cool gray morning when I arrived at The Facility. They were expecting me–I’d booked The Experience yesterday. “Mr. Backus,...

Wittenborg Woods by John Tessitore

A step past the marker and I lose the path, sink in a mud slough, fern beds, skunk cabbage, the marish and mire I’m not meant to walk...

Too Many Perfect Teeth by Laila Amado

She spends her weeks in the cubicle, passing documents up and down the food chain. Men in suits roll past her like waves in the ocean,...

Dinkelmehl 630 by Anna Nguyen

I used to bake quite often. So often that whenever we go to the grocery store, I make it a habit to add a bag of flour into the shopping...

Grey Gardens by miss macross

Oh, my mother [rolls hands] you know, [pauses to smoke] she used to tell me, “Darling, when the sea foam crests, the ocean waves are made...

Treachery by MJ Malleck

Aunt Betty and Uncle Eddy visit me in the maternity ward four days before Christmas. My mother is going home to the six kids she can’t...

; by Bex Hainsworth

A flower with a single petal, plucked: he loves me not. Sideways glance, pursing of lips, progeny of silence. The insides of a button....

Cakes by Stephanie Loleng

On my fifth birthday, Mom made a Winnie the Pooh cake with chocolate frosting. Thanksgiving, she made a Filipino Sans Rival cake with...

A Splitting Open by Alaina Scarano

It’s what new parents call the witching hour, what people without kids call happy hour. I am standing under nearly scalding water,...

Passerine by Rowan Waters

Walking now through the year I tried to fly, when I hung at the bottom of a chimney, how I landed on the wall above the piano, how I...

Rocky by Adrienne Rozells

As a child, I loved the Gem and Mineral Society. They have a building at Balboa Park in San Diego. It’s got the same adobe design as the...