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Horo-Flash Scorpio: Lori Sambol Brody

I’ve Seen Bigger I’m still angry, but I agree to hunt scorpions with my husband.  He thinks it’ll be fun to use the blacklight I got him for his birthday.  Maybe he’ll apologize.  Our yard borders onto the state park, the light of the full moon...

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Horo-Flash Leo: Epiphany Ferrell

The Lion Sleeps Tonight Dawn on the Serengeti. The watering hole is nearly empty. Leo devours the bacon-wrapped scallops in his Bloody Mary, orders another. Gazelle enters from the patio, mimosa in hand. She danced to a reggae band last night, pronking and spinning,...

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Horo-Flash Leo: Emma Kernahan

Lions They decided, in the end, to dress as lions.  The Government guidelines had been very specific about wearing animal pelts to avoid infection, but Josh was chair of the local wildlife trust, so they compromised and used the costumes from a recent production...

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Pursed by Amina Gautier

Her change purse was always hungry, but today she had nothing to feed it. I’m hungry, it said, as if she couldn’t tell.

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Horo-Flash Leo: Emjay Holmes

Regulus Lily rubbed the fibres between her fingers, coarse like coir or horsehair. She flipped Ed’s recliner on its side. It sagged, not surprising the months he’d slept there, the stairs impossible. When the pain kept him awake, he’d sit, picking out constellations...

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Horo-Flash Leo: Anita Arlov

NATURAL BORN KILLER The light’s hinged. You missed three texts last night. “It’s a salmon dawn,” you whisper, leaning close to wet-wipe Leonie’s chin. She stirs, sleep mucus pearling in the corners of her eyes. She coughed her guts up in the night and you weren’t a...

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Horo-Flash Cancer: Batnadiv HaKarmi

Crabbing When my sister painted her bedroom dark purple, and marked off the Cancer constellation in glow-in-the-dark puff paint, my mother barely blinked. “She’s working out her interests,” she said. She sounded proud.  My room remained white. Each morning, Caro...

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Horo-Flash Cancer: Len Kuntz

dolphin love i lose you    in winter melon soup    under a broth of cloud cover    ginger slices floating  where your    eyes once did    no chance for extradition    the weight of absence and imbalance    prepping a slow fade    to nowhere    i find a hairline  ...

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Horo-Flash Cancer: Luke Rolfes

Crab She clapped her hands and said “I’m supposed to love Cancers,” when she found out his birthday. Her name was Bobbi. Even though he went by Robert, she insisted they be known as the Bobbies. Her favorite restaurant was Red Lobster---imagine that. She told the...

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Horo-Flash Gemini: Beth Gilstrap

When Twins, Castor and Pollux, Fall For You You will not see it coming. They will rush in from the northern sky. They will mimic swans. They have had so many conversations with you, equal parts divine and mortal. About the way your father lay on his side in death....

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Horo-Flash Gemini: Charmaine Wilkerson

Purr Absurd, my boyfriend said, when I blamed the cat’s flip-flop behavior on its astrological sign, the pulsing flick of its tail twisting around my shins one moment, a sudden hiss and flight towards the hallway, the next. Gemini, I said, watching the kitty’s slender...

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Horo-Flash Gemini: Aimee Parkison

I Saw Me After my appointment at the clinic where the doctor informed me I would be leaving my life soon, I went to the grocery store and saw myself in the coffee aisle.  She was not me as I am now, but me fifty years ago.  I followed her.  She gave me...

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Fun House by Robert Scotellaro

She’d gotten the fun house mirrors at an auction and had them put up in the spare bedroom.

Amelia Earhart Knew Seven Latin Words for Fire by Joe Kapitan

Ignis, the flaming wreckage, bubbling rubber, liquified cloth, her skin charred and blistering, acrid smoke, the tiny thunders of survival’s kicks

Cleave by Olga Dermott-Bond

Before anything else, the mottled smell of blood and sawdust from across the street.

Little Red Riding Hood by Katerina Kishchynska

Grandma gets her episodes at least once a month. She’ll grow out her jaws and if it happens on a rainy day, claws will tear out of her fingers.

Lady Gaga Considers the Shrimp Scampi by Steve Almond

There were fifty thousand little monsters screaming for an encore, Spaniards, Germans, skinny little French boys, Italians making wet sounds with their tongues.

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