“Umbrellas” by Amina Cain
Here in the country I look at children’s books when I go to the library because there are hardly any books on art. If…
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Here in the country I look at children’s books when I go to the library because there are hardly any books on art. If…
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By Saturday morning her left breast had turned to stone. Grey slate with specks of mica. I’m not surprised, the woman thought. She called…
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A girl falls from her balcony while shaking out a blanket. A woman falls off her balcony while shaking out a comforter that stinks…
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Nothing looks right except that I’m wrong. All of his memories are seeded from long ago. I think of myself, long ago, and it’s…
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“The Shape of a Face” and “Z’s Bones”
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A friend and I attended minuscule seminary festivities at which he lied to someone’s mother about my having committed puke. He teased random matrons…
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the boys are all very soft, mushy in the middle and crumbling apart at the edges. they’re sent to a special school, a facility, a…
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While we are still in Vietnam, my aunt leans over and explains: Take notice of our oxen. They are strong and well fed. And then…
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On my grandmother’s loveseat, I thought as I often do of her sitting on it in that small assisted living apartment she moved into…
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Threshold | Virgin
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