“What the Stars See” By Alexia Tolas

I was husked tonight, hollowed out, and ground to powder. The dry leaves of a barely ripened fruit ravished lies in agony beneath a blazing galaxy. I can feel the stars and their enormity, the light of a billion eons glaring down on my chest where patches of broken blood vessels advertise my shame. Cotton …

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“To Mourn the Living” By Jennifer K. Kowalski

Grief is a prankster, a child who cheats at hide-and-seek. I tip-toe around it, quiet as snow, while it counts to ten. I know that my stealth is useless because that grubby liar always peeks through its fingers. I never even asked it to play, but once it muscled into the game, it became a …

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“Rendezvous” By Joan McNerney

That was the name of a paint can from J&M Hardware. With sweat lingering on her face, she colored her room. Tinted now like insides of ripe plums, like perfect grapes. When the sizzling lemon sun dropped from heaven...night became moist and black. Her fan whirled thick air stained with cigarettes coffee, turpentine, white wine. …

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“Stormy Night” By Alan Montes

there are mice running down idle/barren winding roads plump mice that know lightning will never strike them they stall and listen to thunder but proceed faster or slower, wet, they slip easier into pipes and underground tunnels that they have made, precisely for moments such as these, when the lights have gone out, and they …

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“Like Honey” By Robert Bruce Caruthers

In the stealthy, secret, small world of his very young self, he watches his parents’ eyes; his father’s go dopey, droop, then wide, then lidded, open, and finally, finally closed. But not yet, he can’t do it yet. Soon, his father is sleeping in his chair, snoring a light burr like his mother slumbering in …

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