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Fiction

Carriage

She has been here before, on the same baby blue tile, stroking my hair, preaching the hollow words of God’s will. Thankfully she isn’t doing that yet. I don’t believe…

Fiction | March 2018 | By Sabrina Hicks


The Eastern Wall

I don’t remind him that three of his siblings died as babies. My mother-in-law relied on elders who relied on incense and prayer to cure everything from fever to diarrhea.…

Fiction | February 2018 | By Karen Askarinam


In Utero

Mom is still asleep. These days she sleeps a lot. A nurse comes in three times a week to help, but mostly it’s just me and Dad looking after her.…

Fiction | January 2018 | By Robin Littell


Deep Plum Nail Polish

Today she wears deep plum nail polish, and when we leave for school I notice she is wearing her hair over to the side, exposing the milky-white flesh of her…

Fiction | January 2018 | By Robin Littell


This Last Thread

The old dog puts her head in my lap, and I’m glad we don’t have to speak.

Fiction | December 2017 | By Erin O’Shea


Pruning

I pick up the crumpled note to my mother and unfold it. I used to write letters to her all the time when Benji was a baby.

Fiction | November 2017 | By Anna Jordan


Paper Bouquets

They would’ve worn silk kimonos if they were older. Instead, they wear barrettes, the color of pearl, the silver clasps cleaned with toothpaste by Jun’s mother…

Fiction | November 2017 | By Monique Hayes


A Listening Walk

I pull off my shoes, sliding my feet through the sand as I make my way to the water’s edge, where I stand very still, trying to decide which way…

Fiction | October 2017 | By Natasha Bland


My Mother’s Shoes

My mother always comes home from work late, but this summer she’s been coming home even later.

Fiction | October 2017 | By Stacey Hohman McClain


The Architect

She sludged through her waking hours, a once-award-winning architect now walking in a blind haze through the aisles of Target, impressed with herself on the days she didn’t put her…

Fiction | September 2017 | By Becky Tuch


Jesús Saved Us

Always have a long-term project and do a little each chance you get. Make sure it takes years, he admonished my sister and me. A project you never think you’ll…

Fiction | June 2017 | By Jim Ball


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