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Kim Peter Kovac – Garcia Lorca and Darwish at the Alhambra de Granada

Garcia Lorca and Darwish at the Alhambra de Granada A frail man with a shock of hair and transparent skin shuffles across a red stone courtyard in the heart of Andalusia.  Amidst a cluster of buildings, he knows he must find the Citadel, and is drawn right, right, and then left. A Nasrid archway crowned […]

Debra Danz – What She Found

What She Found She found a finger swimming in her split pea soup.  It was fraternizing with the carrots and onions, acting as if it owned the crock it swam in.  She insisted that the finger jump out immediately. When it refused, she bit it, only to realize that it was her own – it […]

Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri – Traces

Traces The moon shines through silver-gray clouds.  My sister huddles beside my bed. “It’s all right.” She wipes my tears. “Life offers something unexpected and surprising underneath the rocks.” I smile, staring at the lights across the hillside. She knew Dad would leave. It’s a pity, the way she gets used to these things. First […]

Joel Netsky – The Gentle Folk

The Gentle Folk I was working in a movie theater as an usher. To the uninitiated, who think that the main vocation of an usher is to keep order – probably as a carry-over from going to movies as a kid – their primary duty is cleaning up: the theaters after the movie, restrooms during […]

William Greenfield – Momma’s Boy Gone Bad

Momma’s Boy Gone Bad Dear Mother I am sorry for not coming to visit you, for not sitting cross-legged in the open field while reciting confessions to you. I am sorry you cannot hear my thousand thanks for the many model trains and superheroes that drove the family debt to somewhere between impossible and my […]

Naomi Telushkin – Liar

Liar He tells me he’s been with Lydia, that woman with red hair. She isn’t a petite beauty, Lydia, she’s almost masculine, and it raises some questions in the college circuit—Gay or what? He tells me he’s been with Lydia while we huddle by the bonfire, the big bonfire outside Stables, the nickname for the […]

Ken Schweda – Before All of This

Before All of This What am I now that I was not before all of this? I am God. Do you think you are reading this because you chose to? You are an abject fool. I created this chain of events. I willed you here to this time and place and these words. Do not […]

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