Issue #18

Lisa Ferranti

Because of You According to your mother, you walk on water. Our first weekend trip to the lake with your family, and she says, “Just look at him.” So I look. You’re performing a seamless backstroke—hands cupped, torso glistening, and…
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Tara Isabel Zambrano

Hum The first time the tall girl brings a dwarf home, she’s unsure. But the purpose is to get away from exotic, immaculate men and ordinary routine of sex and breakups. She is an executive in an Ad agency, kohl…
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Patricia Q. Bidar

Other People’s Mothers Other people’s mothers’ hair is the shade of a new penny. When their husbands leave, they hire us to paint their bedrooms lavender. We take breaks to lift the lids of shoe boxes stacked in the closet….
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Len Kuntz

Essay – The Thing About Feeling Less Than For most, if not all of my life, I’ve felt less than.  That I don’t measure up, or if I do, I’m an imposter.  Like, even if I have it all, I…
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Len Kuntz

Synethesia           My brothers hear burgundy, while I hear ochre, yet it’s a wonder we can hear at all.  Behind me, their breath feels hairy and coarse, like steel wool dragged across the alleys of my eardrums, along my…
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