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Natural Disaster by Nadja Maril

She looked down at her spotted legs and imagined others examining her body when she died. Discarded. Laid out on a lab table or still in...

Love in Fast Forward by Tori Hicks

Eggos fresh from a concealed toaster, warm and soft in your palms. A delicacy. Curled up in soft, oversized sweatpants and a ratty green...

Waves by Matthew McGuirk

A cool April morning isn’t the beach of my childhood. The bite of the air doesn’t match the warm sun; the low tide showing white eyes...

Thin Ice by Victoria Buitron

By the time I’m dropped off, the sun is still obscured by clouds, a shrivel of dim light making it an overcast day—so dreary even the...

Coquina by David Holloway

This time I came back as a coquina, a clam the size of a child's fingernail. I tunneled along the warm sand of a beach, somewhere,...

Blue is a Primary Colour by Abi Hennig

When I turned myself inside out, smearing myself with the colour of my sadness, I did not know that it would stick to skin so readily, be...

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...

Three Prose Poems by Amy Bobeda

I think we are a lot more like birds than we are like frogs An olive pit in your beak the color of your negroni swooping over melting me...

Lost in Translation by Nam Hoang Tran

For the better part of my youth, I got the prestigious French culinary school, Le Cordon Bleu, confused with Corbin Bleu, Zac Efron’s...

The Shirt by L. B. Limbrey

A shirt came into the shop – tartan, size xxl. “That’s nice,” I remarked, thinking nothing of it. It was hung up on a rail and left for a...

Fingers by PD Hogan

She told her husband her fingers were growing. “Not all at once, mind you. And they’ve always gone back.” He looked at her a moment,...

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