Issue 155

Winter & Spring 2019

Image from New Arctic

Fiction Aracelis González Asendorf Fiction Aracelis González Asendorf

The Last Lock

The guard stood at the kitchen counter, breaking apart cloves of garlic. Ernesto watched as she lined them up in a straight line like soldiers. She picked up a broad knife, placed it flat over the first clove, and smashed it with her fist, crushing the innards.

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Fiction Ye Chun Fiction Ye Chun

Crazy English

Yun is at letter p, practicable, pragmatism, precarious… She has precariously passed her TOFEL and is now preparing for the GRE. She has a plan.

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Fiction Tara Isabel Zambrano Fiction Tara Isabel Zambrano

Piecing

You’re about to slip into your creased loafers.

“Wait,” I say and put the thermometer away, prop pillows.

The navy tie rubs between my breasts. The steam from the nonstick iron hisses. You forgot to turn it off.

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Fiction Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry Fiction Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry

Simple Song #9

Boy meets Girl.

At a farmers’ market, where he sells tomatoes as large as his heart. Girl is pale, tender, and smells of spring. Of those first crocuses that poke their stubborn heads through a scarf of snow.

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Fiction Saskia Vogel Fiction Saskia Vogel

Excerpt from Permission

When Echo’s father gets swept away by a freak current off the Los Angeles coast, she enters a state of paralysis. Drawn to "the idea of a job where she didn't have to say a word," the failed young actress takes a job as a model at an art center, where she unexpectedly confronts a part of her past.

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Fiction Lindsey Drager Fiction Lindsey Drager

Episodes toward an Elegy for Halley’s Comet

1910

Mouths, the illustrator thinks, this story is full of mouths: mouths that cannot be fed, mouths belonging to children that fill themselves with the witch’s home, mouths of ovens that consume, the mouth of the witch who wants to eat the children.

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Fiction Allegra Hyde Fiction Allegra Hyde

Adjustments

For many years, we went to the lakes in the summers, but when the springs became like the summers and the winters like the springs, we left earlier—and then earlier still—until we were already at the lakes when it was time for us to arrive.

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