If we sit to work or pray, the back curves in all the wrong places. Take inventory: straighten the spine; tuck the hips forward. Assumption: Lactic acid builds and pools in stillness. Solution: Always move. Bend. Do not sleep. Soldier says, Remember Maslow’s Hierarchy. I say I do not have the strength to rest or […]
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We are pleased to bring you our first-ever array of nominations for the Pushcart Prize! Thank you for being so supportive of our up-start experimental literary journal. We’ve had an incredible first 6 months and you can bet we’re excited to see what the coming year will bring. Please read on to learn more about […]
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Penelope is not called a Military Wife. But she is a military wife—living the story, living the war, learned and retold. This time, she is scoffing at the ‘90s Army Wife Etiquette book still sold at the PX; she flips through it and feels guilty. She isn’t sure why. This time, no one assumes […]
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I am running alone in a park near my apartment. A cop pulls up, sits in his car, windows tinted. The air is violent in my lungs. He watches me run three laps before he calls me over—asks if I mind if he closes the park gate. Asks if I’m military, pointing at my tattoos, […]
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I am not watching the news We are the news the ones that break and help break laws A colleague warned me before the protest they’re taking names if you want to go quietly instead and I see job loss run rumored and rampant but I am young […]
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[photo “Nikki” by Susan kae Grant] When I was younger, all I wanted was to be pretty. * Mother looks at me, concerned: Are you sick? No, I say. I just don’t have makeup on. All day she is suspicious. * At the Women in Business conference in the tiny rural town […]
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Grasp for birthday candles in the junk drawer. Dig fingernails into white wax while tonguing through architecture on the side table tasting for the copper menorah that stays out all year. What to do in the dark without power: remember all the postcards unsent. Keep trying all the light switches— desperate muscle memory. Lust for […]
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Buy two basil plants—let one live. Strip the other naked with your teeth. Cherish your lemon zester. Look for bodies that know this pleasure. Take note of the cellulite in your thighs; consider your normal BMI. There are places you will see that were never on your bucket list, like the inside of your bones […]
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I. The barista calls me ma’am because I am makeupless—the pink of my Polish skin and the South’s sun spots pocking my cheeks— and my wide hips are in yoga pants on a Wednesday, mid-morning. I easily ask about milk alternatives because I have learned the language of passing for calm and unconcerned with guns. […]
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She keeps asking why I’ve come here— what spirit called me deeper or what bet I’d lost: the land baron and breathing wet and full with pine. He keeps naming me baby— I cannot be angry with a holy jaw. The hawk guards the tongue, the mouth— I watch the feathers fall […]
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