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Brian Russell Photo: jesse.millan Maybe it’s just as well, she says, though I don’t really believe her. The birch are all gone now, I say, missing their papery white.

Joy Ladin Photo: katietegtmeyer You wipe the woman off your face. She comes away In ochre smears. Traces cling To your lids and lips. You wipe

Linda Cruise Photo: Fabien F “There’s the culprit,” says Doctor Wong. “It’s a rather large tumor on your left ovary, measuring ten centimeters in diameter—about the size of an orange.”

Cathy Nickola Photo: ThunderChild tm Evening & the hounds circle The weary crew wearing lamped hardhats unrolls their map like a scroll as their undaunted captain assures We’ll be done by nightfall…

David Snell Photo: Dan Zen As soon as she let the boy in the car, Claire knew she’d made a mistake. “I…I’m Claire,” she said to the hitchhiker, holding out her hand. He looked much larger sitting beside her. Seconds before, he’d appeared at the edge of her beams. A lone figure, half-crouched with his […]

Jill Koren Photo: rpongsaj Normal again Or rather never

Photo: toniblay My first memory is of falling down. One minute, I was running across my grandmother’s driveway, staring down at my new shoes. With their red uppers, sunshine yellow tongue, and bright blue laces, they were perfection in primary colors. That moment, I was the wind and my feet were a rainbow. The next […]