Last Day of Spring

By Natalie Marino

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for Ava

Today my daughter—
now twelve and already looking like a young woman—

stands with me at the edge of a field.
I tell her California’s mustard flowers

are an invasive species first planted
by Spanish colonizers
so they wouldn’t lose their way.

She tells me about the blue bowl
she made in pottery class,
that comet pieces and moons make up Saturn’s rings.

I point to the park on the other side of the road,
where small children climb monkey bars,
where we used to play every Saturday

and wait for the first evening stars to let us know
it was time to go home.
She says she is too old for places like this now.

All around us are blazing pink daffodils
and brilliant lilies of the valley.…

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The Monster Box

By Chris Davis

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Jamie was determined to hide his anger. Bullies turned his anger against him. They made him look helpless and dumb to everybody on the school bus. Worse: they turned his joy against him too. Like that time when word got around that he was into dinosaurs and everybody started calling him Jamiesarus. Or when everybody found out he still watched Mr. Rogers after school and all the bad things that happened after that. And if Jamie ever got mad and made a fist, or answered back to defend himself in any way,  the whole bus would turn against him like they always did. They never turned on the bullies or the bad guys; everybody always turned on him and made him feel weak and crazy too since he never did anything against anybody, and mostly tried to make himself as small as possible and to stay out of everybody’s way,  and to mind his own business.…

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Red Corvette

By Tim Hanson

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Fortunately, the alternator in my 1984 Dodge Ram is easy to access, otherwise I’d have to take it to a garage to get it replaced. I really can’t afford a car repair this month; I’ve barely worked. This weighs heavily on my mind as I roll over in bed and try to tune out the sound of my wife, who is sitting outside the bedroom window in the driveway of our Hollywood apartment smoking cigarettes and drinking cans of beer from our red and white Playmate. I hear the lid scrape open and shut each time she pulls out another can. I try to keep count, as if the roundtrips to the cooler were sheep, but I keep seeing my truck out on the street, the hood up, my head sunk in the engine bay as I struggle with the stubborn alternator bolt.…

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Leaf

By John Beck

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The fall
has halted

for the
yellow maple

leaf, fresh
caught, bright,

casting a
tiny shadow

in the
porch corner

from the
spider’s web

in the
last light

of this
October day:

no escape,
no meal.

– John Beck

Note: This piece was previously published by LansingOnlineNews.com, a now defunct local news outlet, in 2012.…

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“A Haunted House is History Insisting on Itself”: An Interview with Sara Mae

By Shlagha Borah

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Sara Mae (photo provided by Shlagha Borah)

Sara Mae is a genderqueer writer raised on the Chesapeake Bay. Their work examines the surreal, the uncanny, body horror, and intimacy. They are a 2023 Big Ears Music Festival Artist Scholar, a 2022 Tin House Summer Workshops alum, a 2022 Open Mouth Attendee, and a 2021 Sewanee Writer’s Conference Scholar. Their work appears in or is forthcoming from POETRY, The Georgia Review, Muzzle, and elsewhere. They are a 2017 Individual World Poetry Slam, 2018 National Poetry Slam, and 2018 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational Competitor. Their first chapbook, Priestess of Tankinis, is out now via Game Over Books. Their second chapbook, Phantasmagossip, won the Vinyl45 chapbook competition and was released from YesYes Books in spring 2025.…

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Starshine

By Luanne Castle

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after Remedios Varo’s “Astral Entity”

NOTES FOR THE BABYSITTER

  1. You can reach me at 555-GET-AWAY or call the Get a Break bar on Vacation Blvd. and have them page me. I hope you don’t do that though.
  2. She only answers to Astra, but if you have an emergency her name is Nora Boudeman and she’s six years old. She has no physical preexisting conditions.
  3. She will only eat sugar water and rocket pops and dandelion salad. The salad is in a Tupperware in the fridge. She’s in a phase.
  4. She has an “imaginary” friend. Just play along.
  5. Don’t be alarmed. She’s just fooling around.
  6. Humor her, no matter what, unless of course it’s dangerous. Then distract. I hope you know the fine art of distraction.

CHILD TO THE BABYSITTER

“Have you met my friend?…

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Almost! A Lottery Ticket Tale

By Samantha Allen

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They gave us little yellow tickets and instructed us not to lose them.

Yellow like the flowers sprouting from the ground,
Wrestling blades of grass,
Growing up towards the sun, yellow and shiny,
Yellow teeth, dentist bills,

That week was full of “almost!” moments. I almost called out but came in begrudgingly. I almost left the event early to return to my office and work in solitude or just left early for the day, stealing a roll of toilet paper on my way out. I thought about all of those “almost!” moments, staring “almost!” comatose at the asphalt outside the hospital.…

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