A Pause
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A Pause

Dianne Cabelus Braley

“After we tear our masks off and breathe close, hands touching, where will we go?”

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In Inhale
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In Inhale

Regina A. Bernard-Carreño

An author reflects on a moment to breathe, but finds herself unable to let go of the pain that left her breathless.

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tracks
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tracks

Ann Kathryn Kelly

“I think about deaths around the world as I follow breadcrumbs to my door, crisscrossed coils dimpling a crusted surface with bird-like imprints. Fork tines in dough.”

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Distance
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Distance

Jason Schwartzman

“From far off, I see a solitary figure coming toward me – the distance gives us time to contemplate each other.”

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My Permanent Address
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My Permanent Address

Somsubhra Banerjee

“I saw your kohl-lined eyes,
and those became my permanent address.”

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Mr. Apocalypse
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Mr. Apocalypse

Colby Applegate

“ I wish you could figure it out without hurting anyone else.”

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Ventura Highway
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Ventura Highway

Priya Kanayson

On an evening drive, the moon shines a new light on one traveller’s route.

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Hunger Pains
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Hunger Pains

Julia Beecher

“I thought that maybe I could hurt her so she would be in just the same amount of pain as me.”

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Sorry, Kid
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Sorry, Kid

Deryck Robertson

Yeah, sorry about that eye;      
the one that’s swelling shut. 

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She Makes a Mess
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She Makes a Mess

Laura Brzyski

“Arielle and I throw orange
slices behind Grammy’s couch.
She makes a mess, I think
of my cousin, even though I am
in on the crime. Guilty by participation.” 

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Existential Nachos
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Existential Nachos

Sasha Solano-McDaniel

“What I wanted was to bathe myself—to feel human. To sit outside and breathe fresh air. To scream or to cry, to savor those feelings. What I wanted was privacy and solitude. What I wanted was not visitors but certainty.”

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Stop It!
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Stop It!

Russell Willis

“When did we decide that
ideology should be allowed to trump
common sense, common decency,
common colds
uncommon – but not unexpected – pandemics?”

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