Issue #9

Danielle Holmes

Saturday Night at the BK Lot   The pickup bounces with the weight of our bodies, radio bass buzzing along the rusted metal bed where we stand and shake against each other, their knees against our thighs, their hard denim…
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Rachel Smith

When Mary Dances   Mary eats only bread on a Monday. It’s one of those eat your way to a 6-inch-waist remedies she saw in a magazine. The photo was all glossy bobbed hair, white teeth, narrow waist cinched in…
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Jay Merill

What to Keep   A Here Is? Sian sits at a table in the cafeteria studying the snapshot of him. Byrne as he was. He himself is absent but the image is right here: A smiley laugh running round his…
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Steve Cushman

Out of Reach   My father and I stood in the field behind our house, a cigarette between his lips, playing catch. He wasn’t actually throwing it to me, but beyond my reach. Come on, he’d say, you can get…
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Rhona Millar

#masculinity   He rubbed weird oil on his hands from a tin after working on one of the many old bangers that cluttered our garage and driveway. I remember seeing him at the sink, hands black and soapy all at…
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