Volume Twelve 2025 Excerpts |
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Shiela Fiona Black, "The Slow Alphabet of Rain" “The suffering of the body and then it stops.” But we loved our suffering—every greasy diner, and the onions on the grill, and the mist in winter that rose up, steam of radiators, the mass of bodies eddying from the bald maws of the subway stations, street people with fingerless gloves and bruises, and the voices shouting above train-roar. Chase D. Fowler, "Totality" It made me think that if the sun stays the same, it makes sense if the stars and the moon do too. And every time I look up and see the moon it’s nice to know you might be looking at the same moon as I am. It’s like you’ll be with me, even if you’re not. E.A. Greymoire, "Unexpected Outcomes of House Shopping" It feels funny to be hailed as heroes just for fixing other people’s failures. Jim Daniels, "The Art of Losing" When he was a child, he liked finding Waldo in those Where’s Waldo? books. Such simple satisfaction to point and say There he is. If only he could do that now, pick himself out of a crowd with authority. There I am! Stephanie Pritchard, "d&c" that’s death, right, my baby is gone but i’m here in the sand & shellfish & then i go back home like nothing’s happened |
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