...Chelsea Dingman © 2017 Chelsea Dingman 2017 Chelsea Dingman Girl in the Sky My mother is the ice field there in the distance, flat on her back, sheltering the frozen prairie. My daughter is an arc of lightning in a starless sky, limbs slicing the air...

...Joan Mazza © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 18 the minnesota review Joan Mazza Check Out Girl Seeing who filled their cart with fresh oranges and leafy dark escarole, broccoli rabe, or frozen dinners, who bought yeast in small yellow...

...Anne Baldo © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 20 the minnesota review Anne Baldo you’re not an innocent check-out girl it is your fault the peaches soured, the apricots spoiled, creaming with decay and blowflies. this is the first...

...Tracey Lien Copyright © 2019 Tracey Lien 2019 Tracey Lien Time Capsule No one in the girl s family ever says I love you because too much love invites bad luck. They don t kiss, they don t hug, and they don t hold hands unless the girl is crossing the road. So how do you know if they love...

...Elizabeth Eslami © 2009 the minnesota review 2009 Elizabeth Eslami Hibernators After having enough of the world, of parties and taxes and automobiles, of parents and work and airplanes, the guy and the girl decided to hibernate. They were in love, which meant sometimes...

.... They wink. Their eyes crinkle minnesota review 80 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2016625  © 2013 Erin Pringle-Toungate 20 Pringle-Toungate  21 in the lights. The birds wobble and wheeze up the wooden avenues, like the clusters of teenage girls who drag...

... that burned and burned. One big liquid cloud was rushing in, into the blue denim sky. The screen door the little girl came out of was torn, its wires were tangled like hair. Her hands could wrap all the way around the blond boy’s arm. Hair brown, the other boy’s hands were in his drawers, blue...

... houses across the river. Cody was warned plenty about the dim avenues that ran through the neighbor- hood, if it could be called such. Dirty swore, of course, he ventured in whenever he liked. He kept these stories to himself, except when he wanted to cow others. He said he d seen a girl eat a rat, start...

... there has been an accident on the A406, then she says there has been an earthquake in an island I ve never heard of, then she says a politician I ve never heard of has been called a liar. en a weathergirl says tomor- row it will rain. I switch channels. A girl sits at a kitchen table drinking co ee from...

... mutating over time. But perhaps it was none of these things at all. 2. Some Kind of Libation That afternoon, heat and light rippled together in waves that rent the stifling air. It began when a tall, brittle husk of a girl was spotted quench- ing her thirst on the poisonous sap of the firestick cactus its...

... a white one.” Sydney pictures Ada's younger siblings flocked all over the fridge at her dad's house, honey-haired and light-eyed. Neither of the girls brought or bought lunch. In the fall, they'll be able to leave campus to cross the street to El Pollo Loco or the donut shop or the taqueria...

... and mentioned that you're still in the early stages of figuring it out—is about girls. How did you come to do it? Do you have a title for it yet? Radway Most of the time I simply call it the "girls project." But the more formal working title is "Girls' Indigenous Cultural Production." I got...

... the plastic cup, hold the straw to her lips. Good girl, she tells me then flaps her hand toward the vinyl chair. Now back to your spot. We sit silently then, waiting for a light tap on the door, a swipe of the curtain, my sister s tall frame to move in, like a whisper, toward our mother s bedside. When my...

...Maria Zoccola Copyright © 2024 Maria Zoccola 2024 Louvre: Hélène sur les murs de Troie, Gustave Moreau start with the walls. ignore what's below. ignore the girl, or if your eyes run to her, see her as a single red stain. instead, the light: how it rises in gold smoke, teeming...

... popsicled on the front sight post. Paige had called me a bad guy before she went out that night, said I was cruel, tainted by sadness. I m not a bad guy, this is a bad guy. His phone buzzes on the counter, crawling a bit. A picture of a girl of maybe thirteen lights the screen. Who s Mandy? I ask. He...

... cord below the bare hardwood. My first horizon a ballet barre and a mirror my first window. I spent my babysitting money on the smell of broken feet, second-hand Capezios, and boombox-distorted symphony. I was not born alone. I come from a loud room where all the other girls had mothers who knew how...

... “I knew it,” and we kissed and went to dinner in our best dresses. While I sat in Logan International he began to paint his nails —​ asked college girls to teach him how, studied their technique as they brushed with nondominant hand. My technique is to hope...

... the bodyandblood with a tremolo blessing. When I was a girl, the Eucharist ritual made me feel safe, tucked into something vast and unknowable. But memory never rested there. It inevitably dragged me back to September 12, 2001. Joseph s garage. Screaming through tears and snot, I desperately fought to revive him...

... needs to call him before the girls go to bed. “Hi, Nik.” She loves Tad’s voice; it exudes both authority and playfulness, almost a twinkle, as if he could run a perfect press conference one minute and crack you up with a well-told joke the next. As he has. She detects...