The Backside

The Backside 150 150 Elizabeth Marshall

A hundred stories blew right by Unseen by the naked eye, a hundred and one If you count the one so wind-soaked, water-logged and beat down There is nothing left…

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May 18, 1980

May 18, 1980 150 150 Daniel Baker

Spring sun:​ races across the plowed fields​ flows over the tall grasses​ pushes past a stand of oaks​ spills over the gully’s edge​ breaks the broad basement windows​ animates a…

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Peering Around The Legs Of Saints

Peering Around The Legs Of Saints 150 150 Aidan Rogers

“No, no. We can’t go in there,” she said in a hushed whisper. “That room is holy.” Even at the tender age of 3, my heart heard the implication: and…

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When Faith Erupts From Heart Caverns

When Faith Erupts From Heart Caverns 150 150 Jessica Galan

I am rail thin, days shy of one decade. Daughter of an almond-eyed beauty of raven hair. Sister of younger brothers—four in all are we. During afternoon walks to Edgewood…

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The Girl With Hazel Eyes

The Girl With Hazel Eyes 150 150 Beckie Lindsey

Where has she gone? That young girl from so long ago. The memory eludes me like a cloud covering over the sun. She had dark hair and large hazel eyes.…

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I’m Glad You Came Today

I’m Glad You Came Today 150 150 Beckie Lindsey

There she sits; staring out the window, Tranquil like the snow that falls outside. Her back is to me, Draped in a pale blue gown, White hair standing on end.…

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Houses and Homes

Houses and Homes 150 150 Tammy Perlmutter

Doll Houses. Ghetto houses. Foster homes. Group homes. Children’s homes. So many houses. So few homes. I stand in front of a dilapidated building in an urban neighborhood. Its porch…

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Sometimes She Forgets

Sometimes She Forgets 150 150 Sarah Rennicke

Sometimes she forgets what she wants.   She’ll leave a bit of it on the beach, half buried in beige wrinkled sand, forever discarded like a lost pair of sunglasses.…

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Don’t Leave Me This Way

Don’t Leave Me This Way 150 150 Callie Feyen

One of my favorite parts about road trips is listening to music in the car. I don’t mean the mixes—I guess they’re called playlists these days—I’m talking about entering a…

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Aspirations 150 150 Nathaniel Lee Hansen

In second grade, a new kid named Ryan Meinert joined my class. He befriended me; I befriended him. So far all normal. I’m not sure how it started, from where…

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One Last Grand Adventure

One Last Grand Adventure 150 150 Jeanne Lyet Gassman

“When I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes scattered over the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest. I spent many hours flying fire patrol over those trees.” Although he…

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Don’t Forget

Don’t Forget 150 150 Michael Thompson

She forgot my name. That was the hardest part. The woman who gave me life and then guarded that life with her life couldn’t remember what she had dubbed me…

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