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Field Dressing (from You Only Get Letters from Jail)

At first I thought maybe it was me, some dark cloud of dying that was hanging over my head, but when Shirley and I sat there on the embankment and I tried to convince her of things before the sun went down, she told me that there was never any rhyme or reason for death [...]

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The Celestials: An Excerpt

In the blue of early morning, hours before the arrival of the Chinese boys, Julia Sampson felt her sleeping husband flush with heat and knew that he would stir. She left his body enough space and stroked his arm and chest. Sometimes this worked to cool him. His head rocked against his pillow and he [...]

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Publication Day: American Dream Machine

They closed down the Hamlet on Sunset last night. That old plush palace, place where Dean Martin drank himself to death on Tuesdays…

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Vagabond

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. ggg At the Rest Stop, an Hour South of the State Prison, Interstate 5 After Vagabond by Agnès Varda The woman has the hood of her ’85 Jimmy propped [...]

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Harlan County U.S.A.

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics.  12D After Harlan County U.S.A. by Barbara Kopple My mom’s boss wore garlic around his neck to ward off vampires. At work, they researched how the mining companies destroyed [...]

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Mon oncle Antoine

An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. Tuna After Mon oncle Antoine by Claude Jutra Everyone was frothing at the mouth for Reagan, and I slept comfortably in the arms of his rhetoric, beating my tin [...]

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Unmanned

In the backseat the sister, who will one day become a sodden wife occupying the largest house in a college town, hits her younger brother. He reacts without thinking and punches her back: one solid thump on her gingham thigh. Indignation, stronger because it is unjustified, singes the sister’s pale complexion. Although she is in [...]

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Do-Over

Julie found it a nice distraction from death to fixate on her engagement ring.

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White Winter, Green Winter

The young nurse, in seafoam green, asks me to rate my pain on a scale from 1 to 10.

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No One Believes Me But It’s True

Flash Fridays: The dress shrugged, a very Italian shrug, and then, almost causally, one sleeve rose as if to slit the seam in the other.

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Radioactive

She called my father at work. “I don’t know if we’re downwind. Are we downwind?”

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Getting to Know You

“Do you have a mask?” she asked.

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Kardia

After nearly six months of living in exile, her impulses have become dangerous and unpredictable. She hasn’t seen him in weeks, but she knows he’s there.

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I Wanted You to Sound Different

Inspired by the Richard Brautigan story, I Was Trying to Describe You.

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The Threeway Marriage

The land froze nine months of the year. Any winter dead had to wait until spring to be buried.

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Between

A few of us stuff in before the subway doors pinch shut. A man slides his hand down the pole, clearing a place for me to hold.

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Chametla

From Issue 47, Luis Alberto Urrea

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Tattooizm

From Issue 26, Kevin Moffett

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Broken English

Just as the sun dipped behind the water tower, Lupe and Maria materialized in the street outside their trailer, fully formed, wearing oversized t-shirts and scuffed up plastic kneepads.

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Jean

The abbé stands beside me whispering prayers and the man from the court asks again if I have anything to say…

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Caught Up

A special from-the-archives edition of Flash Fridays, here’s Jamie Quatro’s “Caught Up” from our recent Ecstatic issue… The vision started coming when I was nine. It was always the same: I was alone, standing on the brick patio in front of our house, watching thick clouds above the mountains turn violent shades of red and [...]

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Red-Faced Whistler, Emerald Tower, Rabid Wolfpack Motherload

I always cared about the explosions, but mostly I liked the whistlers, singers, and shriekers: the ones that screamed. Billy Acres and I bought a backpack-full from a fold-up table beneath the overpass. The old hippie had smuggled them up from South Carolina beneath a load of tie-dyed shirts. He said we had to buy [...]

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Mice

From Issue 33, Lucy Corin

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Hot

With David Wu next to me on a barstool, my mind turns to froth. I know him from town. His family makes up the entire Asian population in Daphne, Alabama.

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I Was Confused And Just Wanted To Know

Out on my bike near my apartment I passed a group of boys standing at a crosswalk.

Fuck you, ching chong chang, one of them shouted.

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