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GASTROPODA

 

All We Eat is Words by Emily Baber

Now all we eat is words. We used to eat sorrel and pawpaw and hen of the woods. We used to grow our own galangal and hot peppers and...

Cords by Bethany Jarmul

My newborn is blue, not breathing, her umbilical cord wrapped three times around her neck. “Is she okay? Is she okay?” My voice catches...

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...

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,...

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...

As Fast as She Can by Janna Miller

The open road starts with a gifted car, decorative flowers spray-painted in a fluorescent-bright parking lot. A girl laughs as drips run...

Ghost Talk by Jared Povanda

I love the bench’s broken legs, the white bone of metal underneath the red paint. Here is an elegant decline into new spring weeds, into...

Two CNFs by Sam Moe

October Ocean I don’t get out of bed until I become so sick of researching jellyfish stings that the navy comforter starts to feel like a...

Chlorine Kiss by Holly Hagman

The summer air is hot and damp as the sun disappears behind the faded fence posts in the shadows of the backyard. I revel in the sounds:...

O by Wendy Newbury

They appeared in kaleidoscope colors, in the form of Siamese fighting fish, gliding about the room, performing graceful pirouettes. She’d...

Cobweb by Kathryn Aldridge-Morris

A tangle web anchored to a log pile by the fireplace; these webs, you know, arise in dark zones of neglect, and one day you’ll happen to...

Any Small Thing by Ashton Russell

I’m building a garage out of little plastic blocks with my son and thinking about the dream I had last night. You were there. Telling me...

Pain Relievers by Margaret King

Our affection for each other, portioned out in teaspoonfuls: Take 2 at bedtime Only as needed Never combine with alcohol. Margaret King...