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And the cow jumped over the moon
My boss Tom Skinner was a ballbuster if there ever was one, but he’d agreed to let me leave the farm an hour early every Friday so I could go…
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The Formal Problem of Rape: On Jamie Hood’s Trauma Plot
For the last third of her memoir, Trauma Plot, Jamie Hood is in therapy. This fifth and final…
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And the cow jumped over the moon
My boss Tom Skinner was a ballbuster if there ever was one, but he’d agreed to let me…
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Bandit
Alynne ate her chicken dinner sitting on a broken plastic crate outside her tent. The city had opened the sanctioned camp two weeks ago. Alynne was one…
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Speaking of Ice Cream
Jack Preston sat patiently at the intersection of St. John Avenue and Hardesty, behind an old Chevy pickup…
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The Inheritance
As we drove up to Minna and Granddaddy’s house in Bedford, New York, our car crunching on deep…
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Wild Blueberries
The room cannot be entered, the door is open, but the air is tight, blue walls offer no…
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Beacon
War came to Greece dressedas my great grandfatherwho must’ve started thisentanglement. Stationedin Rhodes, the Italian in merumbling in the belly, metallic blurs,screech of wind, watched the olive treesburn. Their flaming…
Winter 2024
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