...Jeddie Sophronius jd.sophronius@yahoo.com Copyright © 2022 Jeddie Sophronius 2022 Jeddie Sophronius City of Smoke September 26, 2019: Jakarta police fire tear gas amid unrest over conservative reforms. Thick smoke conceals the red sky. Tires burn in the streets. every act of abortion...

...Karen J. Weyant © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 12 the minnesota review Karen J. Weyant The Union Steward Tries to Quit Smoking Two months without a contract, he is thinking about money when he remembers the taste of cheap cigarettes...

...Byron Landry © 2016 Byron Landry 2016 Byron Landry Daddy Hid Fire You ever steal smokes from your daddy. The boy’s hair was sun- blond, brown at the roots. My daddy doesn’t smoke —​the brown- haired boy’s eyes were small in the light. He remembered the box of matches...

..., a pungent smell of stale reaching her nostrils. She slept with the cigars beneath her pillow. Of course, she had seen the cigarette movies, how smoke clouded the inside of your lungs, leaving large, deadly spots. Of course, she had heard her uncles hack­ ing, had gone to their funerals with her...

...Lara Ehrlich Lara Ehrlich Ruler of the Inverted Year You come alone, your footsteps smoking. The first in generations to walk the Road of Bones. There are no signs, and snow chokes the channel between the trees. Those who tried before you walked until they could walk no more...

..., who doesn’t like cigarette smoke or C-minuses for minnesota review 78 (2012) DOI 10.1215/0026 5667-1550482  © 2012 Brad Felver 8 Felver  9 spelling “besiege” wrong. He mostly leaves me alone, but I get my bruises from seventh-graders...

...Mecca Jamilah Sullivan © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Mecca Jamilah Sullivan Ruídos “Nunca he tenido miedo,” Aldóvar said, his voice curling with his cigarette smoke, crawling over the mouth of the dusty alto saxophone beside him, disappearing into the air. He felt...

... for father; I watch my mother place a strand of hair into the flame sending a curl of smoke spiraling toward the ceiling. III. lighter in hand, a freshly painted door frame, seeing if I can burn away hellos and goodbyes. IV. chucking a lit rag into the hay fields. V. I feel...

.... If you want to see Jeff and Nadine fall in and out of love turn to page 126. (This sounds banal so I’ll give some specifics. Nadine is wearing a faded-mauve-colored shirt with a Peter Pan collar, smok- ing a Camel crush cigarette, standing near some paper birch trees. Jeff thinks smoking...

... in the front window. The car and the house don’t match, Alex thinks. It’s like a homeless guy wearing a tuxedo, like a twelve- year-old smoking a cigar. It is like a Baked Alaska, a dessert Alex has heard about from his brothers but never tasted himself. The house is as it always was: peeling paint...

... coffee table. The cab—all curved glass around a cracked leather seat—the cab was the size of a breakfast nook. Sullivan Menthol smoke filled it in feathery arteries. Kitty breathed Kools and peppermint stick from Friendly's...

... about the Virgin Mary and decides to quit, to get divorced and just give up everything and move to some ranch in Wyoming that takes care of ex-racehorses or troubled teens or something along those lines) after the third no. So that night he s despondent. Wife catches him smoking for the first time...

... Christmas morning and asked if Dad could come in that afternoon, by which he meant door-to-door enforcement of the no-burn ordinance, put in place to keep smoke from smothering town like it had in years past. Dad seemed honored in a way I found touching, despite myself. He put on an old cap, took it off...

... doors, either through unexpected paralysis or loss of consciousness from smoke inhalation, concussion, um  “Exposure to harmful chemicals,” my father interjects. “Greg! Are you getting this?” Greg’s eyes are locked onto a description of an aureole. “Yep.” “And exposure to harmful...

..., would crumble. But nothing in Paris had met her expectations since she and Eric arrived a week ago. The days had been drearily short, and the sun had never managed to burn through the pollution that hung like smoke in a crowded caft. There was a constant drizzle, and she had developed a raw...

.... There were thirty of us in the group, and some were the closest friends I have ever had. Now it’s just Jarret and me, and I’m no longer sure why I liked him in the first place. “Sometimes I want to start smoking just to be annoyed that you can’t smoke indoors,” he says. I nod. “I know exactly...

...Kevin González © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 Kevin Gonzalez Flat American Waltz These hard plastic seats are taking us into the black air. Let's all believe in the place where the black smoke of the bus assimilates, curling up, each strand...

... palms smoke dark like static someone says sorry and I mistake it for branding nothing is safe when I wear myself like fog you touch me keep touching me and everything becomes our emblem minnesota review 95 (2020) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8623434 © 2020 Halley Furlong-Mitchell 4 ...

... of tangled shine around my neck, a hypotenuse of intention: highlights are the only lights in this low-rise space of sneaker & elbow. The only time I dunked, the court exploded like a party hearing “The Show” for the first time. & when the smoke cleared, I was as tight as a sweaty...

... had a case-a-day Pepsi habit. She had many other bad habits too, which she hid expertly, but she was shameless about her Pepsi and Newports and scratch tickets. I rarely smoked but during my birthday week or whenever I needed a little clarity, I did. I turned eighteen and snapped open the can, taking...