...Jeanne Bryner the minnesota review Jeanne Bryner For My Husband's Finger Cut Off in a Steel Mill Accident By the bridge, my husband's finger sits too tired to thumb a ride, it watches cool water swirl, counts herons diving...

...A. A. Balaskovits alison.balaskovits@gmail.com Copyright © 2022 A. A. Balaskovits 2022 A. A. Balaskovits Stay For Misha We do not remember which of our husbands was the first to keep his eyes open all night. It could have been a fluke, and so we were not alarmed. Not that first night...

... is laura she is forty-two. she wears her drunkenness for perfume and has asked if i have cigarettes twelve times. she sips light beer from a plastic cup and says she is going to leave her husband for a woman, asks if i have a boyfriend (no). she says it s a shame. asks if i like girls. she has two kids...

...Roxane Gay © 2013 Roxane Gay 2013 Roxane Gay Open Marriage We are having a heated debate about whether or not yogurt can expire when my husband suggests we stay together but see other people. He says open marriage intrigues him, that he couldn’t be happier but that he read...

... on the beach while my husband snoozed under the bamboo headboard. On our last day at the resort, a guy walking a Golden Retriever stopped and flirted with me. I studied the footprints and pawprints the two made in the sand because I was afraid to look either dog or man in the eye. The guy thought I...

...Carol V. Davis Carol V. Davis Reflections on a Text, Ninth Century, Spain Sitting in a synagogue basement, we study a text over 1,000 years old by Rabbi Joseph ibn Abitur: Rules on a woman’s right to exit a marriage If the husband torments her...

... in on our lives between emails and cards. 34 the minnesota review Tina s husband, a podiatrist, has gotten into Geocaching, their daughter made the varsity swim team, their son was accepted into Bushnell. My husband, a physics professor, is into organic gardening, wants to build a compost, raise some...

... at whisper distances, they dug deep into their wounds, scattered woes, and wallowed in each other’s rue and pity. This was a weekly Jelepara routine, a noisy gathering of women revel- ing in often exaggerated tiger accounts, ensnared by the grief of their lost or missing husbands. “So...

... are in a position to help her at this time. There are no outstanding disease patterns, but Patient’s father became senile. Also, as noted, her husband was an alcoholic and died from this. Prior to her illness Patient was described as being a very busy individual who was always involved in all types...

... was the family’s third child, after her older sister Frieda and her brother Edward. Lillian’s father died when she was only four, and soon afterwards their mother bought a two-family house in Queens, New York, together with her twin sister Jennie Postman and Jennie’s husband Ike Postman. During the years...

... Carla and her husband. And their child, here in the clinic, waiting for vaccinations. It's strange, but I know it's all a fluke, the way lives bend and shift like continents—and shift back. To find the old things here and look at them with freshness, but not newness. These are things...

... Editions. Erin Pringle-Toungate, originally from Illinois, now lives in the Northwest with her husband and three dogs. Her first collection of stories, titled The Floating Order, was published by Two Ravens Press (2009). Her work has appeared in War, Literature & the Arts, New 162...

... about what my husband said: Stop calling it stripper-obics. You’re not going to strip. And then, Are you? We walk in hands covering our grins, disappear behind a silk slip of curtain to place our keys, our silver rings in darkened drawers. You dim the lights, your loose...

... will make the most of our difference in stature. Could I not put this thought where it belongs, my faint husband? she said, eyes fixed, one on each of the two other pair in the room, the first, dead-glazed, the second with her wish that they were so as well: I cannot make...

... witch of my dreams: Here I am, why not come and get me? And stood with my back to the alley.  —​There are tiny beetles crawling all over these walls. My husband shrugs: So? Call the men with the poisons. I pick up the phone, I press all the right buttons. I am a robot...

... and bowlfuls to the bedroom. At least a husband should be able to drown inside his wife. I was a pond swelled past its meager banks. minnesota review 85 (2015) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3144318  © 2015 Jessica Plante 34 ...

... 99 (2022) DOI 10.1215/00265667-9992845 © 2022 Jeddie Sophronius 10 Sophronius 11 I raise it to my nose: lavender and sweat. anyone who lives together like a husband and wife outside of marriage will be jailed or fined Will they take me away if I return? And what would I return to? A city, a cemetery...

...    as if she did not see the people around her): on the day the Americans land more than five hundred       people kill themselves and each other (puts the empty cup mouth downwards on the table): grandfathers       to sons, wives    to husbands (and lays her hands together...

... moths and acorns swept free, the mouse’s nest dislodged from a torn life vest. A car slows down only to speed up again as the driver and his wife or girlfriend see my husband start to walk toward them, a cracked plastic rake in his hand...

...-town man whose lover’s been fucked with and what he might do. Think of all the husbands of once-battered wives, think of your tan Acura I man-hunted down and the brothers of bruised sisters, the sisters who haven’t survived still so beautiful, the cinderblock I belly-flopped into your...