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Emily Garland • Literature • Poetry

Women are Becoming Animals

A Bop Reports note Crocodiles with leather purses. Mountain Goats in puff sleeve boho shirts. Animals foregoing shoes, and girls, now Toucans, selling their Kia Souls to fly wingtip-to-wingtip to work, while Rabbits sleep on their husbands’ heads, hearts beating slow despite the predators next door...

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...

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...