“Yet Another Example of Devoyeurism* in Nacogdoches, Texas” By Emily Townsend

Grab a ladder and peer inside the set: the second-floor window of Apt. 928, where a woman is developing a crick in her neck, her head on the raised armrest, watching Neighbors 2. Tap the window, she won't hear you. Her heart is beating faster than she's breathing. The fissured, gold lamp paints the woman …

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“Gone Are the Guncles” By Brianna J. L. Smyk

Most are gone, but I remember them all. My guncles, the men of my childhood, pride parading into our home and through my life. Oohing and aahing as my sister and I performed The Nutcracker for our holiday guests, their twinkling eyes outshining yet mingling with the family crowd. Their presence, a rush of energy, …

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“Rose (or something like that)” By Eleanor Rector

June 8, 2007 Her name is Rose. Or Emily. Maybe it’s Jessie. It’s something short, to match her pixie cut, dyed platinum blonde, drowned in bleach like the Hollister skirt she probably paid fifty bucks for, tattered with strands that knot like my fingers when she tries to talk to me. Jen, or maybe Kelly, waits …

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“Dad’s Library” By Kourtney Johnson

Shelved  Meme and I stood in the doorway of Dad's room, it was as if an invisible shield kept us from entering, the smell of old Marlboros still thick in the air. I stepped in slowly, navigating the multitude of clothes blanketing the floor, breaching my father's domain. Whether the piles were clean or dirty, I had …

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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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