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Elementary Education
Fiction by Michael Wayne Hampton You are five years old when you go to the elementary school at the end of the holler where the creek widens out. It’s 1982. Elementary school runs from kindergarten to eighth grade. Middle schools don’t exist as far as you know.
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On Hysteria
Nonfiction by Renée Branum +++Grandma Wanda used the word “hysterical” to describe anything worthy of extreme laughter. Her laugh began as a low burst, like an exploding balloon, and then receded toward a series of open-throated guttural “gar gar gars.”
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Jitter Leg
Poetry by Andrew Wittstadt We jitter when we are waiting for something. / And maybe giggle.
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Inheritance, Listed
Fiction by Sean Alan Cleary 1. Paul has a problem, which is he cannot seem to wake up early enough. He likes the silence of mornings in spring before the birds even wake — the flat light of May mornings in Cambridge. Now, though, even in the dark, he hears his son stirring in…
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We Are All Art Monsters
Nonfiction by Rachel Lyon Like many readers I encountered the phrase “art monster” when I read Jenny Offill’s novel Department of Speculation. “My plan was to never get married,” her female narrator says. “I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with…
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Out And About
Poetry by Davis McCombs It was always something: a sack / of turnips, a shred of neighborly suspicion, some pretense / trailing into dark ellipsis: I come to get my chain back…so…
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Where the Sun Turned Green
Fiction by Michael Diehl Pezley I used to think I’d grow to be eight feet tall. That’s how big our backyard was. It was over a decade later that I learned people, unlike goldfish, grow inwardly and that the perimeters of that space are nonexistent. Still, it was a big yard, bigger than any…
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Baby Books
Nonfiction by Alyssa Ross +++“You were an awful child,” Mother likes to say, especially when she has some red wine and an audience. She weaves exaggerated tales in her slight Southern bark: stories about the terrible things I’ve done and the grief she’s endured.