Karen Greenbaum-Maya

BUSY   French bees are dying, she tells me. Not because of big Agro pushing its products, threatening finance interruptus, the short-term...
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Heather Sellers

For hours in a small windowless freezing room, I spliced digital video and created fine fades—just so. I did not save my projects in the media bin. I did not name or save a thing.

Erik Kennedy

I was having an affair with my partner’s therapist, and she was having an affair with mine.

Ken Nash

We never went to the moon. Instead we grew roses and fed our neighbor pasta and fruit salad.

Michelle Penn

You tell yourself you’re immune, always, but then D appears, if not exactly out of the shadows then like a river of milk flooding the kitchen.

J. A. Bernstein

Water cress. Watercress. From the cognate in Middle Low German and Dutch. Waterkers. Pliny the Elder, in his History of the World—why aren’t there more books of this name—describes its roots as “effectual,” or so says the O.E.D.

Leonard Kress

it signifies some terrible and unwanted part of myself has been skillfully excised and that now it rushes off, most likely to be run over by a fully loaded tractor-trailer, screeching...

Chris Green

How hard the mountain tries to become the wind. How hard the wind tries to become a flame. How hard the flame tries to become a mountain. And the mountain, how it pretends not to notice the moon’s secret moves, what a torn moon rising from its mirror.

Justin Lacour

I’m not saying we both wake to a darkness and go to bed each night knowing we’ll wake to the same darkness the next day. I’m not saying that.

Sarah Anderson

Land stretches, lush and flooding, and a man rows a boat across a field into the night.

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