Soda-Pop Job
I saved the world once. Twice, if you count that time in Budapest. But that was back in my glory days
I saved the world once. Twice, if you count that time in Budapest. But that was back in my glory days
After four long hours of descent, the deep-water submersible Goby reoriented to glide along the ocean floor. I prepared for another lonely journey,
This is how they tell it, those childless people who long for a child. The forest witch keeps a mossy glade, and it
On the beach, in the darkness, two men handed out life jackets. They gave one of the men in our group
Héng. Horizontal, left to right. The brush travels slowly across the parchment. Sseong-hi
Cold winds blow from the north and lift the albatross high over the bay. From below, the cracking of breaking wood
Kat sleeps with the data. Old school, USB, under the Mouse pillow. Caught the methane release in
A flipped boat, he clings to the metal bench seat slick with mossy water, his feet spasming in the unknown depths below him. Because at
I hugged you, and I hugged you again before you stepped out that door. Did I warn enough about the monsters? I didn’t want to
B e watchful of voices that shout shouldn’t, mustn’t, don’t. They said she shouldn’t climb up the fire escape and whisper conversations with the night
I cy wind rattled the coffee shop windows. The string of fairy lights outside the storefront shook, striking the glass in a repeating tink, tink,
I wake to the sound of bleating. What the fuck? While still half asleep, I crawl out of bed at–what–2:36 am?
A woodsman gave me a ride for the last few miles. He was surprised to find a young woman on the mountain path. “You’re a
W hen P-XIE refused to justify her surgery, the reporter asked if it was so she could marry a fish. Her publicist cut the interview
D avid loved untaxed Bauhaus steel. Especially when it was at a Vancouver 6.7 percent discount. If he included the security envelope with fifty one-dollar
A tough call—Strawberry Lemonade or Wild Cherry? I had heard rumors last semester but until now didn’t believe them. Rachel Roth,
I used to be a bird. My mother never hid this fact from me. She told me as soon as I was old enough to
S he had no fear of the bubbles. They caressed her skin more softly than she guessed as she sank deeper. The cold burned at
T he truth glistens in its glass jar as I lift it down from its hiding place on the top shelf.
Inspired by Hernando Tellez’ story Lather and Nothing Else S he came into study hall with a flounce. I was the only tutor on duty
B reathe deep and break the surface. Ice blue waters tingle on lips. Your arms pull like longboat oars, thrusting you down.
S he seemed to sit on the moon. A waning gibbous, her dress draped over the edge. Although far away, I could see the red
H e moans Samyukta, Samyukta—your given name—with a lazy oomph. You halt, squint, your body crouched over him stiffens, and the frenzy between the four
D ecember 19th. Her birthday. Cathy cried softly into her pillow, a copy of the local paper spread out on her
Where are they going? Beyond the sky, behind the moon, To wait for us someday soon. ~Cold War-era children’s lullaby O
I didn’t believe you when you told us the Jellyfish was dying. The bioluminescent glow around Her edges had softened, and
E very kid on the High Lines knew they weren’t supposed to play on the zeppelin tracks, but that was most of the fun for
i f you had believed in the old tales, you wouldn’t have gone out when the full ice moon rose in a satin sky and
W hen the knock came, Penny had thought it would be insistent and bold. The way she remembered him. Instead, it fluttered, hesitant, against the
M emo to whoever finds this floating hunk of half-chewed junk: You might think it’s odd to come across a wooden capsule adrift in space.
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A lex looks down the cliff, then stares at me, rolls his eyes as if I wouldn’t dare, and I stare back at him because
T he sky rotated into a yellow-green, the kind where the sun strove to shine through. Cindy stayed out in the yard. Her son texted
I’m old enough to smoke and fight in a war. How is it unsafe for me to drive down the street without Car doing it
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