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Yaron Kaver – The Troll

The Troll He considered the phrase “last meal” and the men it brought to mind—death row inmates on the eve of their execution and Jews on the eve of their Yom Kippur fast. And Jesus, he supposed, who embodied both groups, by far the most famous Jew to eat a holiday dinner and then march […]

Frankie Carter – Pushover

Pushover When Will’s mother died, it took them a month to find his father. Ty Stewart was a tall, broad-shouldered fellow with the same riotous coffee-colored curls as Will; he was in the wine business, he said, Married, but his wife lived in France. He looked at his son a bit warily, but he tried. […]

Kim Peter Kovac – Trinity

Trinity In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen. -James Joyce 1.  Los Alamos, New Mexico Theologians exploring crucibles and intersections of faith light upon the fact that Trinity, where the secret gang detonated the Gadget, was likely christened after a verse by John Donne: “batter my heart, […]

Vincent Chu – Rhubarb Pie

Rhubarb Pie The walls of his cubicle are particularly low. Ruben sits at his desk, his cornmeal oxford shirt crinkled and untucked at the hips, his white crew socks showing, his coiled black hair flattened on one side, glinting with the kind of rich, human shine you only get from not showering for three or […]

David Gialanella – Her Own Room

Her Own Room The man stood at the window.  The sun was melting crimson onto the tree line, but instead he pecked at his phone with furrowed brow.   The woman sat in a chair, overaggressive springs prodding upward beneath the vinyl.  Her soles fused to the floor, tacky and gleaming with disinfectant.   She rested her […]

Will Walawender – The Bird Suicide Grounds of Jatinga, India

The Bird Suicide Grounds of Jatinga, India Every year in the small town of Jatinga, India, birds fly in from all over the world to kill themselves and tourists come to watch. It’s been going on for a hundred years, scientists say, in the months of September and October when the ground is still moist […]

Jayanthi Rangan – The Big Picture

The Big Picture Sylvie was barely six when her mother’s hand purposely blocked her face from seeing the horrendous sight of papa being taken away by the police. Through a narrow chink between her mother’s pinky and the ring finger, Sylvie’s questions poured out silently: Where was Papa going? Will he be back to take […]

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