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Christina Misite: Loosely Translated

January 10th, 2017

Deinotherium giganteum: enormous terrible beast, elephantine mammal whose nasal cavity might have been the socket of a single, giant eye. The ancient preoccupation with largeness: identifying what was great enough

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Matt Yurdana: Her Boyfriend’s Frogs

December 21st, 2016

It’s been six months now, long enough for her to question what she’s done. She’s somewhere between calling it off and convincing herself it still might work if she can

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Keith Woodruff: Bride of Frankenstein Blues

December 21st, 2016

Consider the moon, my friend, how its absence conjures this unromantic air. Here in the bar, smoke unwinds like bolts of slow lightning across the gauzy light; everywhere you look

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Tria Wood: Godzilla Walks into a Bar

December 21st, 2016

Godzilla walks into a bar. He’s much smaller than you’d expect, really. Scaly, dark, and haggard. He’s been sleeping it off for centuries, all that rage, dust and ashes washed

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Dana Sonnenschein: Creature from the Black Lagoon

December 21st, 2016

My neighbor leads a life of fiction and once in a while invites me in—to make believe she’s got a spotless apartment, a couple kids, religion.  It’s hard to keep

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Brittney Scott: After the Hunt

December 21st, 2016

Here’s the body the dogs robbed— the limbs strewn around the field like prophecy. She won’t make it, they say. They say the body found in her bed was eaten

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Maggie Queeney: Cry Wolf

December 21st, 2016

What difference between crying and calling, cursing and summoning, the frantic limbs of a lamb and the bared legs of a boy. What difference between the desire to laugh at

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Maggie Queeney: Nox

December 21st, 2016

A child teethes. Through the door, a loop of scream and whimper traces the length of the porch. Morning, I find the blood left by the raw gums rubbed like

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Maggie Queeney: Last Case on the Murder Task Force

December 21st, 2016

A telephone splices the night—lit nerve ending or lightning strike—and the child rises all lung, all mouth and howl. The man rises from inside the mother, rises from the casts

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Emily Pérez: Crossroads

December 21st, 2016

Bonnet cocked, ears flopped, under a wig prop he said, what matters is truth fur muzzle, tooth dazzle, scent of blood and vermouth the truth about people flat iris sparkle

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