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Jennifer Krasinski -

I was once in love with a revolutionary who, for the life of him, could not tell a joke. He would omit important details...

Jonathan Papernick -

She had seen that clouded look before, a determined mix of pity and revulsion and something else she could not define. It was there...

Meg Pokrass -

SOURDOUGH My sister Jane was full of secrets about the art of making world-famous sourdough bread. Pretty in an apron, too. She had seven...

Jim Hanas -

Jeanie stared into the drawer beside her bathroom sink at all the foil disks ringed by plastic teardrops, each teardrop containing a tiny pill....

Danielle Egan -

This story was made with 100% recycled materials collected over a two-year period, from the words and phrases known as “word salad decoys” that...

Gary Barwin -

THE EVENING MEAL My father rolled up our house and walked into the forest. When he arrived at the world’s edge, he turned, pulled up...

Kim Addonizio -

What you love about pills is how small they are, how much energy is in them, like they’re atoms with electrons zinging around inside....

Steven Gillis -

Lange sits and watches Eva while she sleeps. On the floor, in the space between, is a book by Jerzy Kowlaski-Glikman, Towards Quantum...

Elyse Friedman -

Irma unfastened the plastic clip on her nursing bra and brought a hard brown nipple to Lucas’s mouth. He latched on and sucked greedily....

Elisabeth Harvor -

After we had been married for seven years we fell in love. Although not with each other. And not even with others. We fell...