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Literature Poetry Sarah B. Wiseman

Cuckoo

The cuckoo has laid its eggs in my (mother’s) brain. It found the cerebrum a spongy roost, an almost natural habitat and now, flying the coop, expects me to take care of the babies. I consult a field guide. Learn the cuckoo is a strange relative of the roadrunner, its song a series of hollow...

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Fiction J.E. Crossman Literature

The Orchestra Conductor

By the time we flew into L.A., I felt like sending my body through one of those X-ray machines in security to make sure my brain was still intact. If a picnic in Stanley Park was all the disruption Malcolm could handle to his daily routine, why did I think for one moment—one second—that he could...

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Carlee Bouillon Literature Poetry

Forensic Report of a Tuesday

Well another day spent boot-walking through my allotted patchwork of registered burns and cutblocks. Rototilling circles around piles of slash and struck-by-thunder trees. In the heat of the day, I sweat through dark coveralls. Here I am: picking up skulls of birds. Woodpecker feathers, horsehair...

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Erik Naydiuk Genre Bender Literature

Leavetakings

  Erik Naydiuk (he/him) is a gay writer living in Vancouver and pursuing his MFA at the University of British Columbia. His poetry can be found in Bitter Magazine, and he is a member of PRISM international’s editorial board. He spends his time reading, cooking, exploring the outdoors, and...

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Jane Shi Literature Poetry

all the Janes I know are Chinese

including the one who spelled it with y. All I talk about is wealth-hoarding w/ Chinese characteristics, not to be confused with love-deprivation. Some auntie somewhere is learning the importance of saying “I love you” to her children & grandchildren. It’s that important to some of us now. More...

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Fiction Jana Putrle Srdić Literature

The Gecko

Translated from Slovenian by Lukas Debeljak   I had literally fallen off the couch. Lying prone, studying the leafy landscape of the closed orb, where I had planted my grasses and sedges, I saw something move amidst the stems. Something green. I flinch, turning in astonishment from my position...

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