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Winter 2025 Cover with photo by Lys Arango of 3 coal miners sitting on a bench during lunch

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Mercy on Beeson’s Partridge
… I’ve misremembered my slot in the order, so that when it comes around my teammates all shout, “Syd! Syd!” I linger on … an archaeologist must do. So often and long has he studied, say, the mystic artifacts of the ancient Niger delta … or unconsciously long for such transport; but he must also sense how awesome, even crushing, it could prove. I …
A Dance of Two Lives
… “him taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the glove compartment and wiping the fenders where I touched them?” I … cutting the froth with a sound like paper tearing. Ruth studied the dark veins of her wrists. “Well, I said to her,” … into a coffin.” If time could pass so unnoticed, it could also stand still. For a moment it did just that. What Mrs. …
The Time is Over
… than thirty years for every newscast the newsreader has come on time, at the same time, to the same screen, and he’s … For more than thirty years for every newscast I have come on time, at the same time, to the same screen, and told … weather forecast doesn’t trouble me. Today the newsreader comes right on time, at the same time, to the same screen, …
Gretchen and the Grave People
… uncles, cousins, sons of mine. There is a bunch of ladies in the parlor, And they’re deader than the men and just … Back and side are more than I Can bear to see before I die. For God’s sake, Missus, can’t I put him out? There’s no …
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My Life as a Foreign Country
… transport trucks were left to burn. My dead Uncle Paul steals oranges in the night groves there, just as he did when I … it to decrease the effects of RPG attacks. While the soldiers on foot headed toward the police station, the … boulevard connecting two traffic circles. We must have completed this circuit about eight times that sunny day …
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High Pursuit
… college for miles, and got booted out the house, he’s become a grown-ass man who believes in himself so much you … car’s underbelly that no amount of scrubbing will clean. He points to another complaint and I take a knee in the wet … now, Moms is liable to recite the Ten Commandments, has also conceived of even more incontrovertible laws and Lords …
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