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When light collides with an electron, the electron’s trajectory is immediately altered. The collisions can be measured, plotted on graphs, connected like constellations. by Kyle Laws I. It might have happened on a Tuesday. Maybe a Sunday night after the weekend had lost its momentum. They might have been high together for the first time, […]
By Zora B. Hurst I am a daughter of women. the product of centuries of four-part harmonies in church choirs, can’t nobody do me like jesus, no– can’t nobody do me like tha lord a carrier of hope for the daughters of daughters who wanted their children to be masters of their own destinies. beholden to […]
By Courtney McDermott 1 I introduced Hemingway to my class. Presented him in a blue suit, his mustache trimmed, his hair parted and neat, even though he’d had several drinks already. He sat cross-legged in a chair by the whiteboard. He rested an elbow on his top knee and held his hand lazily like he […]
By Chelsea Bacon It might have been a bird. It hit the house with a soft thud, shuffled on the porch, and flitted away quickly as it came. It could have been a bat; it would have made no difference. It was aimless. It interjected into a cold Iowa evening, without meaning or significance, an […]
By Lucas Sheperd It is one hundred and fourteen degrees according to the thermometer at the base swimming pool, and all I can see are clean haircuts, off the ears with neatly-trimmed necklines. No one is in the water. We spray on sunscreen, except Michael, who is from Oregon and has skin that is somehow […]
By Todd Case Megan slept in the bassinet. She was three weeks old. Guffey marveled at the slight rise and fall of his daughter’s chest, and the way she smelled so sweet. He pulled the cotton baby blanket down to reveal her face. Joanie’s mother had sent them that blanket and about two-hundred dollars’ worth […]
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