Henry Astor
The Pit
By Henry Astor “The greatest crime in the world is not developing your potential.” – Roger Williams. Or so read the etching on the facade...
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Lynnette Widder
23/17/42
By Lynnette Widder 23. He is at a table beneath the fruit trees: the wind lifts, and pink petals sheet towards the crushed stone ground....
Sadie Wade-Stein
The Hunt
By Sadie Wade-Stein Trigger warning: the following contains references to domestic violence and assault. Tom is smoking L&Ms with his...
Miriam Lewis Mason
Towards One Place, From Another
By Miriam Lewis Mason Doors open. Crowd flows into the open space, just hydrodynamics. Bodies forced together in a poorly made puzzle,...
The Blue and White Magazine
The Shortcut
Anonymous Love Letter III Dear Mom, I went to the little cafe yesterday with Anna to do some work. It was rainy and cold and the...
Margaret Connor
The T Train
By Margaret Connor Joe Orton makes it sound so easy, and Laud Humphreys makes it sound normal, but in the time the man’s been standing in...
Margaret Connor
Couch Surfing
By Margaret Connor Buying a new couch was easy—minivan, bribe, lookout, you get the idea. The trouble came when I wanted to get rid of...
Miska Lewis
Excerpt from “Manifestations”
By Miska Lewis Sometimes home reminded me of a classroom. It wasn’t that I got sleepy the moment I entered, or that there were rows and...
Lara Smith
Beginner Astronomy
By Lara Smith The first time I see a sky full of stars (and I mean real stars) I am around eight years old and visiting my grandparents...
Owen Park
My Brother’s Green Grass
My older brother’s son had been missing six years when he decided to move to Los Angeles in a U-Haul with its roll-up door tied down to...
Owen Park
What I Just Found Out
This morning, I was finishing the uptown leg of the bike loop around Central Park, delivered by that winding final curve. All downhill...
Daniel Reiser
I’ll Be Around
By Daniel Reiser When I met Ayesha outside the Chinese restaurant I had to lean against a tree to stay still. It had been about a month...
Sophie Paquette
Nobody
By Sophie Paquette. I only know Lou in the way we’ve all always known her. A breath against the backs of our necks, the swish of a skirt...
Judy Xie
Out of Focus Calendar
I began the day by trying to unvisit it or yesterday or the weeks that came before it.
Belen Cahill
Baintsíde: Fairy Women
Supine, Brigid stares unblinking at the ceiling, paisley duvet pulled all the way up and over her nose so that only her eyes and forehead re
Sylvie Epstein
Amber’s U-Pick Farm: Leona Valley
By Sylvie Epstein I remember the smooth skin of each cherry—some red, some yellow, some red-yellow, some almost black—and how they felt...
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