The Storming of Forestswarm

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  He called it the new house, but it was very old. The landlord wouldn’t say exactly. He’d said it was built in 1920 or 1900 or, once, “the late 1800s.” William wasn’t sure if he was being cagey or … Read More

Eulogy for Bao Bayun

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  Today we mourn our great leader. A loss of great consequence: how hungry our stomachs, how boring our stories, how cold our campfires will be. No one knows when he arrived on this land. Some say he came when … Read More

One Fight after Another

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  Dolores, nearing the end of her second ambulance shift of the week, sits in a plastic lawn chair outside the back of the fire station. Between calls she often hangs around there, away from the television in the common … Read More

Powder

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  By the summer of 1993, my father had had enough of the war and decided it was time for a vacation. “We’ve been locked up for two years now, making food out of powder. Milk, mashed potatoes, soup,” he … Read More

The baby was perfect and

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  the labor nurse said, He’s got hair! while Todd looked between his fingers from across the room and I wiped the fluid glistening off Nicholas’s pink forehead, touched his shock of dark hair, like Todd’s, but his face was … Read More

In a Burning Volcano

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  This is a work of fiction.   Raymond and I walked through the prison yard—from the back classroom, along the chain-link fence bordering dirt sports fields, down the long gravel courtyard between dorm buildings stenciled with JFK’s and MLK’s … Read More

On Island

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  According to all the usual rules, the goat wasn’t allowed on the mail boat. But the captain would make an exception just this once for the new lighthouse keeper. With more of a show than Zan thought necessary, the … Read More

Panzanalia

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  Her mother had become a vegan. She rhymed it with “pagan,” like it was a religion. Which, the daughter thought—she shook the limp herbs dry—it was. They were making panzanella. Her mother tore the bread apart with little carnivorous … Read More

Lucky, Lucky, Lucky

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  The baby was stealing my sleep. “Only three days old, and already a thief,” I said. “Don’t be silly. This precious angel?” My mother took her from me, making cooing noises into her face. Joel gripped my elbows. “It’s … Read More

Cat Trap

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  A knuckle—a woman’s, I guessed—tap-tap-tapping at the kitchen door: exactly what we didn’t want to hear. Hello there! it seemed to say; it was not the kind of rap to bruise you. “Mom wouldn’t knock, it isn’t her,” I … Read More

Disgrace

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  Winter. Violet light, frozen ground, the sense that his marriage was over. In the term’s last weeks, while his seniors soldiered through a unit on short stories, Hollis Martin did his best to hide from his first drink. He … Read More

Freddy’s Vacation

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  I   Excursion, corrects my father, who is a hunter. He is standing over a basin in our shack, pressing freshly butchered venison into salt, and the finger he lifts from the salt cake makes it clear not a … Read More

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