[Image Credit: Mira Dancy, “Don’t Bury Me”] I remember her breath quickening, holding her breast while she touched herself; I was too selfish to make love to her because I…
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Gray sheets, grime, chill of metal. Smell of ancient burned toast. What’s a home anyway? Outside, a nest fallen from the tree whose roots heave the sidewalk. Why doesn’t the…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayFeaturedWOVEN: In Your Sleep: A Me Too Story By a Woman with Developmental Disabilities
WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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1. I have only one photograph of Alex left: standing behind the cash register of Sunflower Pool. His brother Tom is there, too. I’m in the chemical section. I…
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Exiting The Mantrap * Ayeh Bandeh-Ahmadi is a writer and economist based in Washington, D.C. In 2018, her literary work was short-listed for Redivider’s Beacon Street Prize and for the…
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I am supposed to be writing a fictional story. There’s a deadline hovering over me. I am in grad school and living in a four-walled box of a dorm room.…
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The Reddest Herring by Francisco Guevara University of Santo Tomas Publishing*, 2015 “We attend to each other,” says the poet Norma Cole. We attend, that is, we go to…
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Wind Chimes with Birds Prisms of Jell-O green glass soft clang, three metal crows rest and sometimes dance in Autumn wind, permanent residents who will not decamp to a foreign…
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I remember when my mother called for me from outside. I was seven years old. I remember her voice had a high pitched strain that I had only recently begun…
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THE FALCON The falcon floated above the treetops On my birthday, Hovered in equilibrium Before it plunged As if air Were endless. Again it rose, And soared, and dived, Braking…
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My best friend growing up was a boy named Seth who lived across the street from me. We were both in the same kindergarten class and hung out after school…
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Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman Hologram Press, 2017 112 pages / Powell’s / Hologram Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman is not a comfortable book. I found myself gritting my…
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One of the worst things is when people tell you that you look okay. People you hoped would know “I’m fine” means I’m scared, and “I’m OK” warrants a hug.…
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[Image Credit: Nicole Eisenman, “Guy Capitalist”] The price sticker was small, yellow, and rectangular, reading $1.99 in familiar, convenience store type. Ryan was mid-way through a PowerPoint presentation (Stock Control:…