Issue Seven

Every Girl Who Got in a Car

The ghost needs a ride, so you let her in your car. The ghost looks like your old girlfriend; the ghost looks like all your old girlfriends. Esther, you call her, Georgia, Harriet, and the ghost nods at each name, yes and yes and yes. The ghost wants to go home. The...

Rambles with Nature

I am given to long peripatetic walks through outlying districts.  Past rust-encrusted fences and cement-block lots, along fetid, long-stilled waterways next to crumbling skeletons of once-thriving commerce abandoned bathtubs half-filled with dirt over a once-upon-a...

Courtyard Goddess

The doorman kept tabs for any hint of illicit love. His apartment was the cracked open door by the stairs. Twice now, the military had rung the doorbell which played chimes to the sound of London Bridge falling down, falling down, and twice, the apartment caretaker,...

Notes of a Flower Boy

I still don’t know the language of love Every girl has my father’s face.   On a summer train ride from Kazan to Volgograd I leave the radio talking to itself at home There are roughly 1,137 silences I fill my mother gently into every silence.   My body is so...

In a Mood

“Don’t go down there,” my grandmother says, as soon as we walk through the door.  “He’s in a mood.”  But we had driven for an hour, which, to a child, feels like a day.  And so I go barreling down the steps into the rec room my grandfather built to sit near him. When...

Sole Cleaning

With Clorox wet wipes, I cleanse Paris from the soles of my boots. I scrape off discarded gum and candy, dog waste from careless owners, urine from the homeless who are too ill or forsaken to seek shelter, or too obstinately insistent to remain under the deceptive...

The Last Drop

An affair. Yea. What would that have been like? Paul guessed it would have depended on what kind of affair. Which really meant what kind of woman. A single woman who thought she could steal him from his family? A married woman who viewed him as the dessert her husband...

Eight Easy Steps

How to defer to men in solvable predicaments A broken white fence separates your yard from the neighbor’s. You and the girl next door like to meet there every day after school. You’re five and she’s eight, and you talk about if Barbie really likes Ken, how mosquitos...

Feel Good Inc.

That shift was the longest  Casey’d worked in months. As she watched some sorority girls down the last of their tequila shots and fall onto one another for balance, she decided that maybe taking her dad up on his stipend offer wouldn’t be so bad. (That is if she was...

Transmuted

He caught convo snatches as they rode the red line: her on the phone with a friend, or so he hoped, every day, and him on his home screen, catching her reflection on the glass past carved-in gang signs, telling himself his good intentions made him not a creep. Her...

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