Fiction

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Clara Aguilera’s Holy Lungs by Molly Olguín

October 11th, 2016

Only two things truly left Los Angeles whole, and those were Clara Aguilera’s holy body and Clara Aguilera’s holy lungs.

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Here I Am by Xu Xi

October 6th, 2016

Of course, nothing was making sense the longer he was dead.

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BodSwap with Moses by Wendy Rawlings

October 5th, 2016

We are the fat ladies in the post-post-post-post Obamacare circus that is heath care in America.

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Speed by Maria Kuznetsova

September 22nd, 2016

I knew things weren’t exactly perfect at home—there were always cicadas flying in.

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White Birds by Jennifer Zeynab Maccani

May 3rd, 2016

The boy held his hands to the sky, cupping the clouds and the circling pigeons in his palms.

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Tunnels by Marytza Rubio

May 2nd, 2016

I needed distance from the States.

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Fall by Marysa LaRowe

April 19th, 2016

“It’s birds,” I said.

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