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\"236vol5v2[1]\"<\/a>Fiction: Jenna Blum<\/h2>\n
Max and Josephine<\/address>\n

The way things used to be, Max would have the mornings entirely to himself. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Featured Faculty: Dan Chiasson<\/h2>\n
Away We Go<\/address>\n

Little bird, little sugar-cube,
\nTell me all the state secrets
\nOf the crab apple, barberry, brake,
\nThe concealed locales, the plots (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Fiction: Rachel DeWoskin<\/h2>\n
Excerpt from BIG GIRL SMALL (FSG 2011)<\/address>\n

When people make you feel small, it means they shrink you down close to nothing, diminish you, make you feel like shit. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Duy Doan<\/h2>\n
History Lesson from Anh Hai<\/address>\n

I spoke to Great-Aunt tonight. She sounded like her sister.
\nIt had been fifty years since they\u2019d last spoken; mom said they cried over the phone. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Drama: Zayd Dohrn<\/h2>\n
Scene from “Sick”<\/address>\n

SIDNEY. \u2013Incredibly dirty. Filthy, I mean\u2013
\nJIM. Can\u2019t wait.
\nSIDNEY. Oh, you\u2019ll love it, yeah. Disgusting. Right up your alley.
\nJIM. I\u2019ll take that as a compliment. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Fiction: Kimberly Elkins<\/h2>\n
The Letter<\/address>\n

Sarah woke in a panic, thrashing the netting above her.\u00a0 She cried out and Edward jumped from the chair beside the bed, throwing his blanket on the floor. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Ani Gjika<\/h2>\n
Location<\/address>\n

I.
\n7:30am. My dog and I own the sidewalk,
\nscare off mothers strolling babies,
\nbring all traffic to a halt,
\nbut on the way back, already he\u2019s dragging his feet – (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Natasha Hakimi<\/h2>\n

In Ushuaia<\/em><\/p>\n

If you can find the southernmost
\npoint in your mind, where the sun
\nstrains to heat and commodores swarm
\nthe beach, (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Lisa Hiton<\/h2>\n
Tuesday<\/address>\n

You wear a yellow bathing suit
\nYou leave the butter \u00a0\u00a0melting on the stove
\nsizzling in the kitchen. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Elisabeth Houston<\/h2>\n
Geography<\/address>\n

Perhaps he was real. Maybe not.
\nI\u2019ll call him Adolofo, A. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Abriana Jett\u00e9<\/h2>\n
The Drift<\/address>\n

Four o\u2019clock in the not
\nyet evening and I am thinking
\nof fixing a drink. Sound of ice
\nagainst the bottom of the glass (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Daniel Kraines<\/h2>\n
Quartz<\/address>\n

The voices of children playing ball on the blacktop
\noutside my house, I hear
\nthem through the window as I sit listening (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Calvin Olsen<\/h2>\n
Reverence<\/address>\n

The hand I\u2019m less acquainted with grips the steeple, tighter
\nnear the top in anticipation of lift, and pulls. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Fiction: Sasenarine Persaud<\/h2>\n
Jenny<\/address>\n

It was some time in the summer of 2000 that I met Jenny. The sense of being witness to the arrival of a new millennium and of being at the cusp of a great new era was still with us. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Rebecca Givens Rolland<\/h2>\n
Presence<\/address>\n

Bring on the unborn, the as-yet-
\nunreleased\u2014let the sand-trap
\nconvex, turn mechanism (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Poetry: Rebekah Stout<\/h2>\n
In the Garden<\/address>\n

This is how it went after the war:
\nthose left dropped their whistles, torches,
\nguns, their implements of trade, their sweethearts,
\nand began to dig (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Fiction: Dariel Suarez<\/h2>\n
Possessed<\/address>\n

After a night of incessant rain had turned Old Havana\u2019s streets into a muddy pool, Isidro\u2019s eighty-year old father awoke writhing and clutching his abdomen. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n

Fiction: Caroline Woods<\/h2>\n
The Little Blessing<\/address>\n

One workday Liem Tuan got a call on his cell phone from an American number. (more…)<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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