Issue 163

Winter & Spring 2023

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Fiction Miles Klee Fiction Miles Klee

Cigarettes for the Governor

Breakfast did not taste normal, so I went to Gilcren, questioning.

He cracked me on the face and said there were ants in the cereal, which was of course my fault. I had, years ago, dislearned, which made me always to blame for trouble of this kind.

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Fiction Laura Biagi Fiction Laura Biagi

A Train to Catch

The day I began turning blue, I had taken off from work and was striding briskly down Main Street when a man said to me, “Hey, baby.” He smelled like funnel cakes, and he spoke with authority. I had been taught not to talk to strangers, so I kept walking past the quiet storefronts, my neck prickling.

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Fiction Julia Specht Fiction Julia Specht

Sunlight

The adventurer had been dying for thirty-seven hours now, though her death had begun several weeks before. It was no one’s fault but her own. Her hand slipped, the knife lost purchase on the hard wood of the log, the blade bit the tender webbing of her thumb.

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Fiction Shayne Terry Fiction Shayne Terry

The Rock Is Not a Rock

I live in a one-bedroom apartment at the end of the 2/5, near Brooklyn College, on the outskirts of a neighborhood full of grand Victorian homes. Because I live within a certain radius of the college, I am considered a community member and allowed, for a small fee, an ID.

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Fiction Bethany Marcel Fiction Bethany Marcel

Swimming Lessons

They get to the class, Alice parking the car, the tires pressing up against piles of slushy, dirt-stained snow. Icicles are hanging from the swim building, looking threatening. Alice hates the winter.

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