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Chance Finds

Forester McClatchey

It begins with a lump of peat dredged from the bottom of the North Sea. The fishermen look
at it tolerantly. Peat, driftwood, and gulper sharks are not uncommon to catch. Today the men
are bored so they crack open the lump of peat, and a harpoon falls out. It is made of red deer
antler and gleams like burnished ebony.

The fishermen now understand that they are pulling food from a tomb.

Buying American

S.M. Ellis

Don’t forget the foreman’s Honda.
They snowplowed the doors

& let him freeze. Tuxedo Justice,
mom said. Let him

die by the swoop of the wrecking ball
when this place shuts down. Let him

miss the earthquake in Bangladesh
on morning news, the cartoons,

& after graveshifts, miss out
on hashbrowns & eggs

What I’m Left With

Christopher Citro

Second thing I did this morning
was run naked into the backyard
to chase a squirrel from the feeder.
I know none of this matters. Trick is
work the knots out, use your elbows
when your hands get tired. Mom
would walk on dad’s back. I’d
walk on both of them, grasping
the rocking chair for support,

On Prayer

Luisa Muradyan

I can’t prove it, but my father invented the
That’s What She Said joke.

His first documented use was during
our naturalization ceremony, mixing up
the she and said in his broken English
but still making the judge laugh
when he asked my father
if he was ready for something so big
as citizenship.


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