Stories
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Stories 〰️
After the trial, I found I couldn’t bear the silence of my own company. I bought a plane ticket and flew from San Francisco to Madison. My mother had parked in the expensive airport garage and was waiting for me at the arrivals gate. Wrapped in a blue quilted coat and fawnskin boots, she tilted forward, searching the crowd. All I had to do was be found. Read here.
The Pits
Nina was in a cold sweat now. She ran one way and then the other, and found the third pit, which was just as deep as the second one. She waited and listened before returning to the first pit where Nolan was crouched and shouting the boys’ names. What had happened to them? She wondered if they’d gotten lost in a subterranean maze. She crouched over the pit with Nolan. A warm wind swept over them. Read here.
Coyote
Just as she turned out the lights, she saw something move in the distance, and she froze. If the man had climbed out, she and the baby would have to run away. The woman stood in the shadow of the house and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark. Coyotes were moving down the hills. Read here.
Mrs. Tsai
If we carried Mrs. Tsai’s body back to her own apartment, would it seem strange that my mother was calling an ambulance? They were having tea and she’d fallen down the stairs on the way back home. If my mother had called for help, Mrs. Tsai would be in a hospital, or maybe she’d still have ended up in the morgue. “It’s me,” my mother said and quickly opened the door. Read here.
More Stories
Our Other Lives, Black Warrior Review
Pasadena Afternoons, In Transit, and Calliope and Zeus, NANO Fiction
How Much I Love You, The Notre Dame Review (read free here)
The Kid, Per Contra
The Couple, Montreal Review
Poetry
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Art Reviews
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Poetry 〰️ Art Reviews 〰️
A New Earth, Valparaiso Poetry Review
The Conservationist, Sugar House Review
Pollen by Noa Kaplan, INK Magazine
Interview with James Chronister, DailyServing
Art and Process with Noa Kaplan, The Montreal Review
Interview with Susan Graham, DailyServing