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“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”

To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.

They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.

Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.

I was a skinhead in look and seem, a balding guy trying out the future.

The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.

The photo portraits express the unguarded essence of each author.

Janet Burroway

I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.

I don’t know who he wants to be, and it’s not because I haven’t asked.

An ironic story about skepticism and education, in just six words.

Sue Mell

The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”

He wondered how others lived with their sins. Maybe they never did.

Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.

Phuong feared that she was nothing but a regret born into flesh.

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

“Feathered Cup” by Shangyang Fang. A complete poem in a single screen.

My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.

If someone looked into his eyes they would see how ugly his mind was.

We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.

Order gardening clogs, then realize you feel like a runaway nurse.

Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."

You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.

I know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.

The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.