...Phim © 2015 Phim 2015 Phim Wet Stamps from Madison i am. that dream of us walking hand in hand i told it to you when i was three and you laughed with your mouth wide open, barely any teeth left, but many more years before you finally passed...

...Grace Marie Liu [email protected] © 2023 Grace Marie Liu 2023 Grace Marie Liu The Time Bomb When we knot grass crowns over bath towels, I ask him why he fears the stars and he says that they die. I ask, Aren t you scared of me? I die. I am like wet paper with truth as my...

... tongue out, my knees wet. I want to be thirsty in my thirst. I want to be thirsty when I have filled myself with coffee and run the length of three continents in search of that side of the world I have never visited. The side of the world where all the women are beautiful...

... of sound and human bodies. The penultimate paragraph of the first chapter is a description of the three boys, Sandeep and his two cousins, walking after their baths: When they had had their bath, they trooped out like naked ruffians on an island, splattering the floor with their wet footprints (6...

..., and when he settled, his legs were left underwater. His boots were swollen, and John Barry swore and prayed and started tearing at the laces. Getting them untied was a task, and in working them off, he lost a fingernail to his riveted shoelace holes. It peeled off easy as a wet bandage. The blood...

... the wall, out of sight to him through the tall archway. Barely breathing. The square shovel slippery in your hands. When the front door opens he calls through the house, My god, that smells incredible. Mrs. Peterson keeps her back turned, even as you take the swing. Her husband lets out a small, wet...

... and what s left these gravestones no longer move are shining where a sea should be could show the sun on your face at low tide, waiting for you to let it rise and from the wet dirt between your lips nish the drink, swallow you whole. minnesota review 94 (2020) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8128238 © 2020 Simon...

... home. my belly is full of ghosts weaving wet shadows, discarded membranes. minnesota review 100 (2023) DOI 10.1215/00265667-10320877 © 2023 Fia Montero 45 ...

...John A. Nieves © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 John A. Nieves Epilogue Wet paint has given up dripping— decided gravity is less grave than the name implies. A young girl outside a window waves to her reflection, twirls her hair, chews a mercury switch. She...

... ourselves just because we might feel embarrassed or impractical, or get wet. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2331868  © 2013 Tara Skurtu 2 ...

... one’s life by creating another and living there? There’s a difference between fun and insane, like when you’re home alone and call the police because it feels like your eyeballs are about to explode. Night escapes like a wet tiger, a bathtub...

... is a fish that has already died,father declared. The kids were silent, history etched in their skulls. They once flopped like fish on a hot wet dock. You’ll grow up to be like me, father said. And I’m sorry for that. minnesota review 83 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2781584  © 2014 Marty Cain...

... body asks, Why are you crying petals? All I could think to say was, Forgiveness rarely happens with those you love, a sloggy valentine tacked to a bulletin board adore you most like a still-wet watercolor dripping to the floor. minnesota review 97 (2021) DOI 10.1215/00265667-9335772 © 2021 Kelli...

... editorial bottle of cognac wet lips taking in slim cigarette black-hooded man, wired fingertips, balances work backwards with few cues silk dresses at Macy's half-done conversation in nine-point type black-and-white sans serif woman pointing...

... tiny needles that sank into the upholstery. I’ve unpinned you from such voodoo. There’s so much you don’t see: I trim the wicks off wet candles for that aureole of wax that slows the burning. When the forest extinguishes...