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indulgences
| Alani Hicks-Bartlett | first in naples, now in rome, i set out to swallow silver coins. the pink charms of the sails and the paper blue spirits are yours now. even illness pierces the darkness. all of your appalling kin look dimpled and glow like soft white moths. as they flicker together in the…
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An Olfactory Aria
| Ellen Skilton | When Maslow charted the human hierarchy of needs he labeled food a mere necessity but what my taste buds touch fuels more than digestion, each morsel part of an olfactory aria that hums through all the homes where my table has been set for palate pleasures and the minor chords that…
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How to Lose a Baby
| Heather Hall | My body had not recognized that it had died but instead held on to the baby that had at somepoint rolled its eyes to God and shut them. What once beat fast in a swooshing underworld nowjust floated in resignation. The ceiling was cream. His voice undulating that we could try…
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Out of View
| Dustin Hendrick | The boy walked alone on a gravel road, midday in mid-June. The school year had ended. His house shrank away behind him, a pale artificial green square against the softer and deeper greens and shifting brushstrokes of the surrounding trees and hayfields. His sneakers crunched as he walked, creating momentary…
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Snowglobe
| Amanda Leal | We ribbon through the Blue Ridge Parkway, in the backseat of Laura’s Honda Element, fragments of rainbows bouncing from the crystal dangling on the rearview mirror, pink surgical masks face up on the dashboard, like flowers unfolding, or my life, gradually, falling open. The sawtooth of the mountains rises with my…
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