“Isle of Flights” By Junpei Tarashi

If I told them everything, I think the birdswould tut, sympathy coating every titter, claiming that the world would be betteroff had I succeeded the first, the second, the eleventh time I triedTo rid this monster of its next second — its reflectionin a noose, its remembrance painted in a yellow CAUTION tape begging            “Active Scene of Crime …

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“old man” By Lisa Reily

the red earth path brings searing heat,homes among mangoesand palm trees bursting with orange coconuts;a gravel road, plastic scraps,an old sack, an empty stall stinkingof palm oil in the sun.tuk-tuk men call to collect me,my white skin attracting them like a neon signin the night,but I walk on, past the railway station dog,his sweet tawny …

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“the tarnish beneath the gold” By Sam Kaspar

The table was the size of a majestic west-coast hardwood trunk, and for £110,000 it was all the more intriguing, what powerful consequential people must have dined at such a massive table historically, or now if some wealthy person bought it as a trophy for a near-vacant mansion. It was my first and only time …

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“Ruger 10/22” By Kevin McMahon

They’re regulars at Gray’s Sporting Goods, and not the regulars you’d expect—–fishermen, marksmen, student athletes—no, they’re an ancient man in a wheelchair and his equally old, but able-bodied wife. New-hires soon learn that they’ll never buy anything and let them be. A department head or manager will approach and say, “How are my favorite customers …

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“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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