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Lightning

After my early first marriage ended, one of my first boyfriends, a college writing instructor, told me he decided not to be a writer because he had seen an amaz...

Honyockers

The concrete scratched against her thin cheek as she eyed the boy from around the corner of the convenience store. Redheaded and thin-boned—he was harmless look...

Chemo-Brain

It was late May after my junior year of college and the first really hot day of the year, one of those days where your mouth tastes like sweat and the thickness...

Three Sharp-Edged Memories

FATEMEH After many years away from home I had gone back to visit. I was sitting in Aunt Maryam’s living room (she instead of my mother had raised me). She wa...

Birds of Paradise

It’s the third time this week, or maybe the fourth; Georgette isn’t keeping track but knows it’s happening more often now, her mother’s restlessness swelling ex...

Death of a Cyclist

Hot. Hot as hell out. 90 plus. Usually I like it, my muscles thrive on it, but here it’s kind of dangerous (more on that later). West Virginia, that’s where her...

A Ceiling of Sky

The road to Hanalei Bay is surrounded by lush green jungle, wild chickens with their chicks trailing behind them. Over one-lane bridges: waiting, waiting as eig...

Revisions

1. By the age of ten, she had it all decided. She said, when I grow up, I’m going to have three children, two boys and a girl. She announced the news with the a...

Night Skiing

My brother Jeremy and I beeped our tickets and pushed through the turnstile to the yellow line. The guy standing next to the lift was a snowboarder type, magent...