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CW: Violence, Sexual assault by Rebecca Klassen That’s the word I used for my word jumble game, the day Dad hurt me, gripping my throat hard, calling me trash. He shut me in the
CW: Violence, Sexual assault by Rebecca Klassen That’s the word I used for my word jumble game, the day Dad hurt me, gripping my throat hard, calling me trash. He shut me in the
Photo by Jade B. on Unsplash by Sandra Anfang The summer had started out well enough, he thought. That was months before he felt the tug in his
by Ben Drevlow Yesterday I had to explain to this woman at workshop why my fictional wife would’ve ever married my fictional self and all
Photo by Hardini Lestari on Unsplash by Abe Mezrich They named him The Businessman, because of the suit but also because of his swagger. Meowmix pantry he would tell
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Patricia Bidar If I could travel back with you in time, we’d stand side by side on the San Pedro Street
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Zvi A. Sesling Long nights like knives cut deep and you wake up next to someone whose name you vaguely remember, Judy
by Robert Scotellaro My uncle Joe spent time in a submarine under the polar icecaps, knew the value of vistas. Would, in the middle of a
Photo by MART PRODUCTION by Gary Fincke After the teacher’s writing student’s accidental death, he copies her poem about the possibilities of love, reforming the
by Robert Scotellaro She told me, she wondered if roses smelled like old gym socks to gardenias, once. And that relativity was a flexible concept after
by Gary Fincke On the bottom shelf for things seldom touched, the honey has sat half eaten for six years, suspicious by now in the
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