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Cardboard Carton

Cold seeping into bones through evening chill, sitting too long after the sun had set on concrete benches made for afternoon, one thing rose up in arid clarity: What he had inexpressibly esteemed, he’d never made the least attempt to hold— to make it fast by giving it its name or sounding out its underwater ...

Michigan Summer

The dirty cow still doesn’t move. Yellow, dusty sunbeams lean heavily on a window screen where flies make loud, impatient love. Now a rust-brown monochrome, the old barn’s wooden planks hang down in splinters from its rotten crown like teeth cracked on an old comb.   by Cara Valle Original bio from the ...

And With a Fit

And with a fit of overwhelming story, a recollection of your rage and glory: is it possible—do you think?— to decline, when you sink to the bottom of your past, the invitation, which comes at last, of Forgetting?   by Sean P. Mahoney Original bio from the Midsummer 2007: Sean Mahoney requires no ...

Goldfish

by Monika Cooper A soft wind in the willow branches, minnowing the water of the pond. A huge moon of orange gold. In the black water, minnowed with golden light, ribboned with orange moonlight, the goldfish are playing. Playing under the water the way the moonlight plays on its surface. The goldfish talk to babies. They flirt ...