A Midwest Girl
Nothing stays the same and the world will always keep moving forward, as one girl learns from her father in this story of small-town Minnesota.
FICTION, ISSUE 2
FICTION, ISSUE 2
Sad Dog: Heartbreak in Rural Minnesota
That girl Lily left in June and… there’s not much difference between a dog and a man when they’re down and out like that.
FICTION, ISSUE 2
The Seasons
My memories are made of brick and cement and glass. My dreams are bathed in the waning sunlight of an autumn day. Long shadows creep over fences and pull at the sidewalk as the sun begins to set. My dreams are apples picked from trees and flat piano notes from songs I never learned how to play.
FICTION, ISSUE 1
The Future
On the island you can become a part of the ocean and the sand and the sky and the sun that are greater than anything people could ever build.
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When the World Becomes Water
Water is not something you can hold onto. It’s not something you can grasp, or something you can build a house on. But you can float, swim, boat, ride waves like California and Hawaii.
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Lazy Days, Falling Asleep, Stuck in School, Dreaming
It’s something that makes too much sense. Like watching a car crash/auto accident and subsequent fistfight on an LA highway, or M&Ms after getting high at midnight.
FICTION, ISSUE 6
The Cruelty of Children
There are those who say that cruelty is learned, and not inherent – the result of trauma and abuse. Freud’s view was that it occurs naturally, based in biology and psychology and a part of human nature.
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A Moral Boy
Sometimes grandma just sits at the edge of the window sill. Rocking back and forth. Like she would in her rocking chair wen she was still alive. Sometimes that’s enough.
FICTION, ISSUE 6
The Unchanging Nature of People
We stand in front of long white walls: No pictures, or wallpaper, or paintings, or even scuff marks to show that we used to live between them.
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Everything So Beautiful and Dirty and Absurd
All the kids have dirty noses they wipe on their sleeves. There is a lot of truth to be found on the sleeves of children from the hood.