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Nur Turkmani
My Sister’s Manfrom West Branch 104 Print Issue My sister is a serial dater. This year alone, a dozen lovers nested around her apartment like cheap furniture, taking up space and accumulating … Read the rest
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Brian Conn
GriffinI first became a banker as an alternative to suicide. Sometimes in life it is best to consider an alternative. It’s OK if you hate bankers, I hate them too, … Read the rest
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Michelle go-un Lee
menagerieRead Guest Editor Juan Martinez’s introduction Mom says they are going on a vacation, just the two of them, but Henry knows it isn’t because they are packing in the … Read the rest
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Matthew Lloyd Richardson
4 Oxtail DinnerRead Guest Editor Juan Martinez’s introduction Puckett started to pick up his cane, then left it where it lay as a gesture of faith. Down the elevator, out of the … Read the rest
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Mike Prask
BurnpileRead Guest Editor Juan Martinez’s introduction The medevac choppers usually stopped coming when the snow vanished in spring. The ski resort behind us was rundown — the lift towers, the … Read the rest
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Diego Lama
RebeccaTranslated by Rose Facchini I’m deeply in love. I’m very shy. I love Rebecca. I don’t dare tell her. I’ve written it on a piece of paper, but I dare … Read the rest
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Kerry Muir
Rain WalkTonight, walking in the pouring rain on the Avenue, I went searching for the answer to a question for which I had no words. Though now that I think on … Read the rest
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Kevin McIlvoy
TartarusEditor’s Note Kevin McIlvoy—who went by “Mc” (pronounced Mac)—was one of the most extraordinary writers, teachers, and human beings I’ve ever known, and I was crushed to hear about his … Read the rest
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Aram Mrjoian
The RangeOur son returned to the mountaintop dirt-stained and soaking wet, no backpack, his clothes torn with jagged maws of fabric, blond hair in a muddy clump. As he punched his … Read the rest
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Tara Isabel Zambrano
Our Sons Wrote, Glorious Days Are About To ComeCW: Conflict Zone Violence After guerilla training in the mountains, our sons came back with machine guns and grenades, their cheeks soft-grizzled, their gaze scorched like Siachen glacier in sunlight, … Read the rest