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Reykjavík the Beautiful

She looks in the mirror above the sink, and her image makes eye contact.

Reynolds Price

Richard

He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.

Riding the Dawg

Hemorrhages, it was thought, do not appear for no reason.

Road to Somewhere Else

Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.

Roommates

Annette. Such a little bit of a person. Emma couldn’t get over it.

Rumor of the Body

So here’s the tale, the rumor of the body, and we have to tell it.

Russell Chatham the Painter, Recently Hospitalized, Emerges from Seven-Figure Debt and Alcoholism, Ready to Paint

An eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.

Safe Harbor

Maybe older Natives have more trauma than younger ones.

Savages

The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.

Savior Games

When we move together in the dark I can almost get to him but I turn back.

Seroconversion

there was a boy made of bad teeth & a boy made of stale bread

Sheath, Erosion

Summer’s erosion has begun, all that taking the waves from shore.

Shelter

Welcome, the place seemed to say, let’s screw with you a little more.

She’s the Bomb

This is the worst moment of her life, maybe of anybody’s life, ever.

Shooting Party

When I went to Scotland for a wedding, I didn't plan on firing a gun.

Sick Kids

Real ones get through again and again.

Since the Accident

Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.

Six Months after My Father’s Death

He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.

Smoke Days

Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.

Smoke Jumpers

He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.

Snapper

A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.

Soldier’s Joy

I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.

Solo Notes

This has been a good day. First the milestone of getting to page 300.

Sometimes a Sow

I would slip the hook under the sow’s chin, hold my breath, and pull.

Sparrow

After four years of watching his body implode, we’re terrified.

Spot the Stations

When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.

Staph

Her skin was bruised under her eyes, purple like the swollen toe.

Stepfather

Maybe this was one thing in his life he had done right, or so he hoped.

Stitches

The girl I was could not have imagined the woman I grew up to become.