FICTION by JEN JULIAN In the five years they were married, Nick made an unwilling actress of Gail. He had beheaded her, gouged her, strangled her. He had lain her down in an icy pool and drowned her.
POEM by KATE RUTLEDGE JAFFE We were young, okay?, and I was the only girl cousin. Our uncle sent us out with pickle jars and spools of twine to catch silt or kill the deer that ate his roses.
FICTION by STEPHANIE DICKINSON You can smell oil in the air and the hummingbirds don’t like it. Jamer can’t hear them when Ivory’s around, but she’s gone inside. He closes his eyes.
NONFICTION by RACHAEL HANEL A woman plunges to her death on a cool New York morning in 1938. She dressed for the suicide as she would for a date: a fitted black evening gown, a corsage of yellow flowers pinned to a breast.
NONFICTION by RACHAEL HANEL The kitchen window of my youth looked upon Grandpa’s farmhouse. From this portal I would spy on Grandpa as he walked down his front steps, stooped to feed his mutt, Barney, and ambled toward his weathered barn.
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