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Out Out
Continue reading: Out OutI was desperate for a CVS, but instead found one of those birds—long neck bent like a spring, beak like a spear, caw like a motor that won’t turn over—wading in somebody’s blue blow-up pool.
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2 Poems
Continue reading: 2 PoemsWhen Columbia broke into a burning rain over Louisiana, fell in pieces into a thousand pastures and backyards, my uncle joined the search party. It was not a rescue mission. It couldn’t be.
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Vow
Continue reading: VowAn excerpt from Pat Rushin’s new story collection, Quantum Physics & My Dog Bob.
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Egg-Laying Queen
Continue reading: Egg-Laying QueenThe bucket was half full of papery spit globs. Soon she’d be able to take it outside and add onto her project: an enormous wasp nest big enough to house a human body.
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Jack’s Chair
Continue reading: Jack’s ChairThere’s something haunting about the chair. It commands the back room of the small cottage on Clouser Avenue in Orlando like some sort of derelict general…