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HIGH COUNTRY BY DAVID RADAVICH

Everything’s so dry you could blow it all away in a breath. But what ardor, what succulence— flowers colorful as clowns, few and florid, stems prickly as pikes, birds noisome nearby, sun an impossible hue that won’t die till the...

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CHECKPOINT BY DAVID RADAVICH

He has never walked so far in his life— from nowhere, an open expanse no one claims, to this border where they demand papers, and IDs, and loud explanations. He is not a person without them. He is not a person anyway—not yet....

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SYRIAN CROSSING BY DAVID RADAVICH

In gratitude for Greek generosity I don’t know how much water these cupped hands can carry, bailing the rising, unrelenting waves that are endless, though we see shore, rocky, with foreign faces calling, keep on, keep on! We...

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MAZE BY ZIXUAN ZHENG

He panted through the mysterious maze. The rising fog from the mud below was suffocating. The gloomy sight pressed at him so hard that he felt only desperation and anxiety – he wanted to get out. He had no memories of...

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GETTING WOKE BY MICHAEL WASHBURN

“Your stuff’s not bad at all, but I don’t think you’re gonna knock Rick Reilly out of the running for book of the year,” the stranger in the café told Olivia Moore with something between a grin and a smirk. Rick Reilly. It...

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ADOPTING A MOUSER BY VINCENT BELL

This early wet spring, small black ants visited my house. I stood above them spraying toxins as they waddled over the door sill into my bathroom. Those that made it, died in the white as I sprayed them again. Unlike the Marines,...

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SHOPPING FOR HOUSEWARES BY VINCENT BELL

He cut in front of me. His shirt said West Point Boxing. Everything slowed when I saw it. He announced he was going first. I said no; I couldn’t back down. Betty was terrified. I felt each valve of my heart thumping and wished...

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CHAOS ON THE FOREST FLOOR BY VINCENT BELL

If it was a clear day, you saw the suggestion of a city far to the east. Every summer, I imagined that it was several centuries ago: this was a safe hiding place for the rebel’s hogs in the revolutionary war. Unless you knew it...

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SEMPER FIDELIS BY WILLIAM SWARTS

A Last Salute for Capt. Duncan MacRae, USMC After the gore and glory of Guadalcanal, this? No quick combat death, but battling all the same against the slow invasion of belligerent cells. The wars he fought were terrible...

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WORDLESS BY WILLIAM SWARTS

Words fail me. Literally. Or maybe I’ve failed words. I’m not a thesaurus. So what. I chose to aim for the bull’s-eye word, to hit the verbal nail square on the head, to chase after the right word, to find le mot juste lost at...

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