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Death Around Da Corner by Demetrius Buckley

Detroit, Michigan · Detroit

Death Around Da Corner by Demetrius Buckley

Pac got shot up in ’96, this time on a famous strip in Las Vegas. In three days he’d rise again like Jesus, a Lazarus in the Bible, outside of his hometown claiming victory over Hades. He’d be back in a wheelchair throwing up middle fingers and screaming fuck the world as he did the first time he got shot up. Tupac Shakur, a college student, was our myth we’d tell our kids in the future, our Zeus in the Olympus we called the east side of Detroit…Read Article

Residential School Requiem by D. A. Navoti

Phoenix, Arizona · Phoenix

Residential School Requiem by D. A. Navoti

Somehow, here—before the picnic ramadas and megaplayground and volley and basketball courts near a man-made lake with knolls bristled with grass—stood, for ninety-nine years, a residential boarding school named Phoenix Indian School. But no more. This acreage is now…Read Article

Interview: Jesse Lee Kercheval

Atlanta, Georgia · Atlanta

Interview: Jesse Lee Kercheval

Poet, translator, memoirist, fiction writer, and visual artist Jesse Lee Kercheval’s recently released graphic memoir French Girl portrays seventeen episodes from throughout Kercheval’s life, rendered in vibrant color by Kercheval herself. It showcases the powerful immediacy of Kercheval’s twenty previous books while introducing readers to an expressionist visual style that lies somewhere between Henry Darger’s Vivian Girls and a book of visions…Read Article

Flash Interview: Tara Isabel Zambrano

What does it mean to be “ruined a little when we are born”? Writer and engineer Tara Isabel Zambrano searches for the answer to that question in her newest collection of short stories, Ruined a Little When We Are…Read Article

Interview: T. J. Martinson

In T. J. Martinson’s forthcoming novel, Her New Eyes, an experimental eye transplant with unexpected side effects upends the life of a sixty-eight-year-old florist living in modern-day Indiana. Soon after the procedure, the protagonist, Susan, begins receiving sporadic visions from another life. Yet, these visions aren’t coming from any old life—Susan is experiencing the life of none other than American icon Marilyn Monroe. The predicament rapid…Indiana, United States · Indiana Read Article

My Sister’s Life as a Series of Rooms by Nora Nadjarian

Room 1 Which is pink or maybe sugar-white, and a cot and little fists stick out of a blanket and peachy cheeks and my mum bent over. The room is always quiet and milky and her little nails scratch a bit when they touch my hand, grasp my finger. There is no clock on the wall but my mum always knows the time, it’s always time for and it’s not time for. The blanket has little lambs on it. The curtains have stars on them. There’s a moon on the ceili…Cyprus · Cyprus Read Article

Drawing My Mother by Jesse Lee Kercheval

My mother’s been dead since 1982, two thirds of my life. Today, I am perched on a stool at a table in the Comics Room at the University of Wisconsin–Madison trying to remember what she looked like so I can draw her. So far, all I have is a pencil line drawing of the side of her face, turned away, cigarette in one upraised hand. She is sitting on a bed at the Holiday Inn on Cocoa Beach where we stayed when we first moved to Florida when I was ten…Madison, Wisconsin · Madison Read Article

Conundrum by Will McMillan

Elvis Presley’s warbling on the overhead speakers as Mom and I browse a warm, wood-splashed Barnes & Noble. She wants to buy a puzzle for my nephew in Florida. She turns to me. “Oh god, the day Elvis died? This woman I was working with started bawling. Crying and crying, right at her desk. She got so hysterical I made her go home.” I pick up a book from a pile on a table. I don’t know the author or what the book’s about, but I’m drawn to the cov…Elvis Presley · Florida Read Article

Dog’s Rothko by Sara Grace

And the sun and the sun and the sun! And the wet grass, wet on the nose, scent of dew and worm and no yes no yes, another! Meat, meat in the bread, fire on the meat. Somewhere in the grass, not far, a hotdog. Farther still, a pit. Last night’s ashes, hot. “Heel,” speaks his beloved. Yes! Yes. No hotdog. He rockets to her side. They are not at play, they are at work. They are doing. He loves doing, loves to be at his beloved’s side. Loves to sit…Dogs · North Carolina Read Article

Pareidolia by Kelly Pedro

My mother sees my father’s face everywhere. Last week it was in our neighbour’s wilting asters. Then, an angry version in a banana she decided to save. “Maybe it’ll brown into the Virgin Mary, and we can sell it on eBay like that ten-year-old cheese sandwich,” I said. A week later it was still on the counter, a swarm of fruit flies clouding the kitchen. I mixed apple cider and dish soap into a jar, stretched plastic wrap over top and poked holes…Kitchener, Ontario · Kitchener Read Article

My Mother the Nectarine by Megan Haeuser

My mother never ripened. When she was young, they bit into her and stopped the natural ripening process. After they’d spit her out, she stayed green until she began to rot. At the end of her life she was wilty around the bite mark, crunchy in the middle, and soft and mushy on the bottom. Sometimes I wonder what she would have been like if she’d been allowed to ripen all the way. I wonder what I would have been like. Would she still be alive? Wou…San Luis Obispo · San Luis Obispo Read Article

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