...Hillary Kobernick © 2017 Hillary Kobernick 2017 Hillary Kobernick Little Boats for Flat Chest Dresses Mostly he didn’t even start wearing skirts until we broke up, again. His parents can’t entirely blame me because in Boston I showed him Judith Butler and he said...

...Michael Garriga © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Michael Garriga Into the Greasy Grass: During the Battle of Little Big Horn on the Crow Reservation in the Montana Territory, June 25, 1876 George Armstrong Custer, 36, Lieutenant Colonel of the US Seventh Cavalry I am...

...Kaethe Schwehn © 2011 Kaethe Schwehn 2011 Kaethe Schwehn I Keep My Little Sheep Brain in a Jar At the Science Museum sheep brain likes the fetus exhibit best. We slide along the back-lit jars. Bulbs of many sizes float and squeeze their fists and black pea...

... of human beings. And, more to the point, he suggests the historical reasons for this self-defeating gesture. With his interlocutor, Francescomaria Tedesco, he tries to explain why there is so little intellectual debate over these issues — and why debate itself has been targeted. How, he asks, has radical...

... literature has much to tell us about our most pressing social, cultural, and political issues. This article takes as its starting point the racist backlash over Disney’s 2019 casting announcement for its 2023 feature film and the 2020 antiracist graffiti on The Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen...

... 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...

...Dean Rader © 2013 Dean Rader 2013 Dean Rader The Other Self Goes Rogue Distance and inward, light and the reversal of light, retread tread and footfall. So much and so long, the little voice within the little voice says.   We all hide somewhere, why not in ourselves...

...Laura Wetherington © 2013 Laura Wetherington 2013 Laura Wetherington When you come open, liquid like the morning lake, I swallow up the shadows I play cold moon after Paul Claudel A little younger, a little window, what little else to do. A brute mansion...

.... They were like dust to her. A little tear-sheet at the food co-op in Riverside. That s what I knew. The penmanship on the slip of paper was composed in some insane calligraphy. Someone sensitive to clean and perform other duties. Later she told me her father had been a coal mogul from back when coal mining...

... to spoil it for him. “Maybe the price of fur’ll go up,” he’d said. “Maybe the price of Fords’ll go up too,” George had pointed out. “Uncle George,” Oscar had said, “sometimes I think you don’t want me to get a new car.” He had a big round face with a little nose plunked in the middle...

... tough it makes him look. He says I eat too much, but I always make sure to eat a little less than Bev does. “We don’t have money for you little piss-heads to be wasting it on your dumb piss-head games,” he’ll say about our unicorn stew. But then Bev will promise him that we didn’t pay...

...Jacqueline Doyle Copyright © 2019 Jacqueline Doyle 2019 Jacqueline Doyle Butterfly My little butterfly. I put my hands on my stomach tonight and remem- ber you, little butterfly trapped in the bone house of my pelvis, flitting from one wall to another. So delicate, so fragile. So long ago...

...       into another set of outcomes. This is the one where you’ve never even met the boy. This time, you write your own story about a little girl holding her mother’s hand in the rain,       her black raincoat iridescent under the streetlamps. Nothing suggestive about...

...Jackson Holbert © 2016 Jackson Holbert 2016 Jackson Holbert The Good Reverend Eulogizes His Friend Steve Look, life is very long. I know, right now, it doesn’t seem that way. Right now it seems too short. But tomorrow, like you’re already doing right now, you’ll forget Steve a little...

.... If the man were a deer or a coyote. The man arches his neck, his head rolls. By their legs lies a beer can. She lets go of him and stands. She kicks the can, which rolls, then rocks, sloshing. She picks it up and holds it out. A little beer’s better than none, as her father now says —​if he says...

... had three miscarriages, and I can t recall the last time we had sex. Don t worry, she says. I didn t have an affair, if that s what you re thinking. She laughs a little at this. I nod, then smile, walk over to her. She ll come in the mail, she says and points to the screen. We have to build her...

... like little claws. Carla's baby. Her first? her second or third? How long has she been married? and to whom? Lucky man. But I'm not bitter. Not now. Only, disoriented. Back home in Chile. My country again after fifteen—no, sixteen years. Unsure which streets connect with which. Which lives...

... bigger,” he said with what little breath he had. He ran for an hour, or sixteen times past the microwave. “I’m thinking that maybe we don’t need that microwave. That thing is creeping me out.” “You know what it is?” he said. “It’s too quiet. I can hear myself hear- ing almost. It’s...

... . Berlant Lauren . 2011 . Cruel Optimism . Durham, NC : Duke University Press . Churchill Suzanne W. McKible Adam , eds. 2007 . Little Magazines and Modernism: New Approaches . Aldershot, UK : Ashgate . Cobb Michael . 2013 . “A Little Like Reading: Preference, Facebook...

... driveway, and feeling his little cat heart humming like a cuckoo clock against my skin. I once read about a model of artificial hearts that wore out prematurely, after ten years; instead of rhythmic beats it produced a steady hum, the constant whooshing of a garden hose. My cat also had behavioral problems...