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...Miriam Grossman [email protected] © 2023 Miriam Grossman 2023 Miriam Grossman Cat Elegy When my childhood cat died I had just begun grad school. My mom called me and presented the options for his body s disposal: some sort of vet cremation or a burial. Muffin was a Jewish...

.... The roof caved in. The snow blower broke. My wife here wants to get a new one. Who can afford that? I can’t wait until summer. Summer’s too hot, winter’s too cold. You can’t win. It’s a cat-and-dog life. “You lost your cat?” I turn around and see a young girl in purple mittens that are too...

... into a joke, and this was certainly fertile ground, but everyone has their off-limit topics, and for Claire it was her cat Sidney. She had adopted her when she first moved to New York, three years ago. Friends, roommates, boyfriends—they came and went, but Sidney was a constant. “I’ll be right...

..., while I was waiting at the front door for the cat, I remembered the pictures and had the sudden urge to see what they were of. But when I looked at the table where we piled our mail, I found that the stack of pictures, face down, was gone. In its place was a single picture, face up. At first I couldn't...

... men rename themselves. Young men feel out of place with the names their mothers gave them, names that don’t mirror how they feel and the circumstances they live in. You could tell Lawrence’s house from any house on the street. It was the only one that had a bunch of cats sitting...

... the prices. Ronzoni 2 for 53 cents, Del Monte peaches 2 for 27. Saturday, first in line when the store opened, one man—balding, uncombed wisps sticking out, coat covered in cat hair. Each week, he bought a quart of milk, twenty-four cans of cat...

...David Ryan Copyright © 2021 David Ryan 2021 David Ryan The Heiress She had lost all of her hair by the time I met her. A genetic condition triggered in adolescence, which she later described to me as a result of her father. In the manner of one resembling their pets, she had a hairless cat...

... have a long dog. Yes, I had a short dog, but it kept getting stuck in the cat ap. And that doesn t happen to the long dog? Unfortunately, yes it does. We will have to move to a house with a big- ger cat ap. Can t you make your cat ap bigger? We live in a conservation area and we are not allowed...

... draft, and with every discarded envelope, Lindy found the truth more and more impossible to convey. She did not want anyone to think that she had killed herself—not because she would never have done so, but because she would have done so once, and had not gone through with it in the end. Lindy's cat...

... and a black shape would break the mirage ahead. Cat. She d respond, already knowing. No way. It s too big to be a cat. It s a cat, trust me. Roo had a perfect record so far, ten for ten, everything from deer to bunnies. A pickup whipped by and honked twice. Maybe because of our legs, a flash of skin...

...Sarah Taban Sarah Taban suppose I had left then with creatures I loved draped around me, begging a bird to stay from flight, a cat from its prey contorted under my shirt. It is almost as if I am still there, paused in my childhood, a bigger animal than the ones I loved. Suddenly, flowers forest...

...Jasmine Throckmorton Copyright © 2019 Jasmine Throckmorton 2019 Jasmine Throckmorton The Menagerie after Vahni Capildeo I. What do two oscars, five parakeets, six house cats, three dogs, two bearded dragons, one gerbil, a mischief of rats, a fire newt, two pygmy goats (which were not pygmies...

... writer who resides in Baltimore County, Maryland, with his family and two feuding cats. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee, whose work has appeared in the Bangalore Review , Pinch , Plainsongs , Portland Review , Wisconsin Review , and elsewhere. He earned an MFA from George Mason University...

... with the possibility of swift death. And I’d poke the possibility. And I’d poke the bump like it was a cat’s face. Poke. Poke. And I’d poke the cat’s face until I started crying in my feminist materialism class while we were talking about death por- nography. And rainbows. I poked the cute face with mourning...

..., named Mulder and Scully respectively. The greatest thing about Baxter, besides star power, is that he was born with an inherent sense of justice. I don’t mean to suggest that dogs are somehow morally superior to cats. That’s not what I’m saying at all. But Baxter the individual was morally...

... with her cat Goose. Melissa McEver Huckabay has writing in SWWIM , Poetry South , Thimble , Defunkt , and elsewhere, and her short fiction has won the Spider's Web Flash Fiction Prize from Spider Road Press. She has an MFA in poetry from Texas State University, and lives in Houston, Texas...

... understand this any better than any of the other invectives hurled at him, because no sign of comprehension appeared on his face. He remained motionless and silent, like a bird that comprehends the cats are stalking. The scene must have continued for ten minutes...

..., and here, in Frankfurt, Kentucky, the brand new concrete slammed against his shoes. It jarred his bones as he jigged and so he jigged quicker, past the Strong Man, the Diving Cat, the Fire Eater, until, finally, he opened his fat lips and shouted to the crowd, who tossed their popcorn in jubilation...