Fall 2016

Jude Higgins

Originally published in Visual Verse Their Memories I said everyone has a memory of walking through a field of corn, and you said it wasn’t corn, it was rye and you watched me pulling off a handful of grains to…
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Jane Zingale

Howard’s Girl It’s August in the midwest. I’m fifteen and me and my cousin Coreene sit on the top step of her front porch. We fan ourselves, we swat flies, we sing, we just do stuff until maybe a big…
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Bill Cook

Lulu “The therapist says I’m a wreck,” the husband said. “We’ve already established that,” said Lulu. The husband pushed aside his ThinkPad, licked his fingertip and snapped open the daily classifieds. Lulu sat across from him. “Uh-huh, I see.” The…
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Ania Vesenny

The Woman They found her body in the mountains, face burned. In her locker at the train station they found nine passports and three wigs. Her names: Vera, Claudia, Genevieve, Astra, Layla, Vera (again), Melinda, Layla (again), and Alexia. Kathy…
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Beverly Jackson

133 Words I Lost in My Memoir The slam of cupboards and loud singing wakes me. I have to get my bearings, the strange bed, the fog in my head. Who is that? Wait, familiar voice. Tom!~ I can’t remember…
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