... the possibility of arrest, of status, of an in-between. If one were no- where, where would you have to go to be somewhere? I am reminded here of Pamela Lu’s novel, Pamela3 and one character’s attempt to disrupt the time/space continuum with the black hole of her own experience...

... bits mining drills use. Somewhere, probably in the vicinity of Danbury, Connecticut, there was once a factory that made whistles, the metal kind with the little balls inside. And it’s closed now, or else it’s become a warehouse, or some ultra-chic mini-mall...

... sauntering down a trail cleared long ago by genocide. e hunter, white as I m relieved to read as I pass him and his poached doe, subtly brandishes his bow to show me our di erence. It s OK, someone somewhere has already measured pink liquid into bottles so my son won t have blood in his piss. Yours won t...

... like there s no end to cardboards. Me and Frankie looky look at each other and go, YEAH, HECKY HECK YEAH! and super speed we head-dive into them cardboards. Reason they be here? Cause they remains, furniture box remains for our new housey house, way out here in the middle of somewhere, here on farmy...

... head and leaves the store, laughing, with her paycheck. And I wish there was something I could do— give Ann money, which I don’t have, so she could take her kids somewhere nice and let them know their mom for the last six months, three months, whatever she’s got left; or find her a real job...

... there? Is . . . wow. Are our eyes crossed? They feel crossed. Ho boy. That’s no good.  —Andy​ Hobin the minnesota review loves: Kum and Go in small-town Iowa On Interstate 80, somewhere between Iowa City and Des Moines, I pull into a brightly lit gas station...

...] but nothing sticks. Somewhere, a sky [is struck] with a firefly s flash pattern. I think of the elephant s call as it weaves [infrasonic] through the forest [so much] of what is spoken [we cannot hear]. [On my lips, the last flicker of] a flashlight between windows [this darkness, I promise] is trying to say...

.... There was a kind of organized chaos to it, and they were both shrieking with glee. In my jacket pocket, my phone was crying out to be glanced at. But this was something people found uncouth, I knew. My wife was always snappish when I peeked at my phone in public. It was a bad look, she said. I had heard somewhere...

... coastlines like frog eggs. This is where the real-life Moby Dick guys started eating each other, your older brother tells you one day, smooshing his index down somewhere in the middle of the South Pacific. His expression is gleeful, as it always is when he s trying to scare you and knows he s succeeded...

... tried to cauterize it. They’re going on an adventure and the fish looks like a good place to start. Somewhere over the Grand Canyon she collects drippy teapots and mostly untouched desserts, tells the guy in 15C to stay in his seat...

... of lungs. Does everything wail like a body? minnesota review 96 (2021) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8851282 © 2021 Daniel Lassell 31 32 the minnesota review Somewhere, the coyotes untangle their teeth from tendons, warming themselves with the displaced light of others. ...

...Naomi Shuyama Copyright © 2020 Naomi Shuyama 2020 Naomi Shuyama breathing south in the bed where you will die, i take you somewhere past georgia. to an afternoon porch of tattooed hunchbacks. there should be iced tea, you interrupt. fine, there s iced tea lots of tea, iced and sugared so...

...John Hazard hazj@mac.com © 2023 John Hazard 2023 John Hazard Mammals, Late November Science promised a blue sky, but it s locked up somewhere, four days now, prisoner in a far cave. The squirrels and I shuffle through town, making leaves make noise: Whisk whisk go the dry, cold leaves...

...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...

... and going to bed early without dinner. IX. a pile of ash, a missing tool shed. X. advice I can’t ignore, every night I swallow smoke whole. XI. staring at the color of the flames; it burns where it burns and scatters somewhere...

... for himself." My compromise: opt for none of the above, Instead home, in a reclined chair, read about somewhere else with little green to distract. No guessing which plant A customer might have seen here a few weeks ago, something with white flowersan d...

... never changed my color even when depressed by the wind / a chameleon by nature along the foliage somewhere / they decided black was the place to die segregated death from the hue of growth / minor setbacks from saving daylight my skin / breaks down almost die / -mend earrings / green earlobes / contact...

... language. The air smells like diesel and the future: somewhere in the fog there might be a scuba dive, a daughter. You might try fois gras or rabbit sirloin. Your boots are perfectly broken in. You read maps with ease, are welcomed in lamp-lit taverns. Somehow you always...

... tea leaves. But I need to go somewhere else as I lift the rifle —​a dark room where a maple tree grows through a wood floor. I tap it and it whispers, each syllable lighting the room for a moment like the wave of a lighthouse beam. minnesota review 78 (2012...

... to see if I’ll wade across our river. I lick the black corners of your ears; one agent shoots my shoulder. I wonder if you could take them down while you’re on top of me, put them in a box somewhere. I tell you I am desert, my face cracks, reptiles hide in my shadows, my hair grows because...