Category: Prose
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Late Spring
Jim McDermott, Jim McDermott fiction, Jim McDermott short stories, New Limestone Review, NLR fictionFiction by Jim McDermott My wife and I had just moved back to the States from Ireland then. I was about to turn forty-one. Our longest try at living somewhere other than home had brought us to another dead end.
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The House of the Living Rock
Fiction by Vinny Corsaro There was a gift shop inside Mount Acatenango. A real life gift shop, with fridge magnets, five-dollar sunglasses, and souvenir bobble heads. Some people might find it a little disingenuous to have one in an ancient holy site, but I didn’t.
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Sum of Our Parts
Fiction by Tracy Maxwell Jon never wanted to leave. He’d stirred earlier, happier than he could remember.
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Kokomo
Fiction by Doug Crandell Our mother had been to Kokomo three times in one year.
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Something’s Wrong with David
Fiction by Linda A. Prince Norah waited six months for her husband to return from Vietnam. Every morning, she wondered if David was alive, or half-alive, or if he was a corpse, or the remains of a man who couldn’t be identified because David was always losing things and had most likely lost his ID…
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Paloma
New Limestone Review, NLR fiction, short fiction, short stories, Uzodinma Okehi, Uzodinma Okehi fictionExcerpt from “House of Hunger” by Uzodinma Okehi Mist. Like steam, listing, through karst cliffs dense with trees. And green. So-called, finger mountains.
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Pianoforte
Nonfiction by Angela Palm You are the music while the music lasts. –T.S. Eliot My friend R. asked me once what drives my creative work. “Sorrow. Desire,” I said. “Those are very different things.” I disagreed. Everything I wanted made me sad.
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Wax Palm and Bougainvillea
Fiction by Casey Bell Juan Carlos replanted my hydrangeas and lilies into large clay pots on rolling casters so I could rearrange them on my own, so I could be sure they had the perfect balance of light and shade through summer and spring.