Volume 7 Number 1

Pink Nude #1, 1974

The smell of linseed through the floorboards made it easy to believe he was still down in his studio. She heard his knives on the…

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Lunch

The new vet’s head is a balloon at the fair, inflating in the fold of the break room door. She shrinks to see me, humming…

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Water Pressures

Again I lose the soap in the world’s dirtiest bathtub. My mother rests her head on the edge of the tub, her head the only…

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Up in the Air

You were last seen falling off the face of the planet. The crocuses had just started to bloom. My therapist says I have trouble stringing…

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From When He Comes Home from The War: When His Parents Have Gone to Sleep

When his parents have gone to sleep, * sneaks out the back door and around to the carport. He opens the trashcan into which he…

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From When He Comes Home from The War: He Wakes Up to His Mother’s Screams

* wakes up to his mother’s screams. He rushes outdoors and sees her standing on their wooden porch a few steps above a five-foot black…

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Last Big Brave Words

It was the week before Shawn barricaded himself in his garden shed and swallowed a 12-gauge. We were drinking up in Creede at Tommyknockers. There…

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Tourniquet

I used to think a tourniquet was a kind of flower. I was sure I’d heard my mother say she planted rows of them when…

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Wild Dogs

The pack gave chase, and the boys ran. The dogs form packs at the edge of the city, and their eyes change over time. They…

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