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Two Flash Fiction Pieces by Beth Sherman
Solstice I hadn’t let my mother near a stove in months. Not since she was forced to move in with me. Dinner was usually anything I could microwave – frozen burritos, mac & cheese, fettucine Alfredo, single-serve pizzas. I’ve never been all that interested in cooking and I didn’t have time for it, between working Continue reading
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Me or You
by Allison Palmer I remember you from time to time, when I sharpen a pencil and press its new tip to the pad of my thumb to test the sharpness. Ideally, fine enough to leave a mark on the skin for a few moments, but dull enough not to break it. In second grade, I Continue reading
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Chips
by Sarah Seybold for Mamaw who worked at the Chesty Foods potato chips plant in Terre Haute, Indiana Conveyor belts roll by, and she remembers a road— Indiana to California, 1938. Her long, smooth legs and slender waist, her wavy hair ungrayed. Far away from that flat town, her mother’s ghost, her father’s fist. In Continue reading
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Kissed Stain
by Jennifer Mills Kerr Here, take these berries on your tongue, taste their tang as a sentinel of grief,and with the sun’s red glare, come intomy meadow to sip the morning air. See my mother, the crushed, crimson flower I handled, relenting to her hot temper,her weeping. It was never enough. And though she is Continue reading
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Your Gifts
by Zach Keali’i Murphy You’ve given the worst birthday gifts, and I’ve kept all of them. There’s the crocodile-shaped keychain that hasn’t left my key ring. Its sharp and pointy tail has torn a hole through the pockets in all of my pairs of pants. Sometimes, the tail even scrapes against my thigh until it Continue reading
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Somebody, Please Think of the Children
by Rebecca Klassen I haven’t seen him since he was a boy, and even though he has his back to me, I recognize him in my headlights. It’s his oblong head and right-angle-ears that ring familiar. He staggers from alcohol, lurching off the end of the pavement onto the country lane. The national speed limit Continue reading
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Becoming Swans
by Stefanie Leigh After Rachel Rabbit WhiteWe found each other’s eyes in the mirror—tendus, jetes, fouettés—for years. Our conversations, leaning over the piano, heldlike hands. Until my ring finger was freeto trace your throat, my whole palmon your jaw. Your gaze erasing our outlines, our limbsinhaling, gliding, like twilight on a lake. Stefanie Leigh is Continue reading
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Roping Steers with Milton Erickson
by Bruce D Snyder Twenty third-graders, six parents, and a teacher all piled into four or five vehicles and headed for Decorah, Iowa. The class camping trip circa 1981. Once there, we got the tents up, the spaghetti cooking, the s’mores at standby alert. The kids were into it and the parents, adrift in a Continue reading
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line and sinker
by Heather Emmanuel You slide pescatarian into the conversation like it’s your word to claim. “When it counts,” you say, scanning the menu. Across the table, in a crisp button-down and cuffed sleeves, she doesn’t bother pretending to read hers. “And when does it count?” The intensity of her slightly downturned eyes unnerves you. Her Continue reading
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2026 Pushcart Prize Nominees
January House Literary Journal is thrilled to announce our nominations for the 2026 Pushcart Prize. The Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses, published since 1976, has become “the most honored literary project in America”. Winners are expected to be announced around April of 2026. Congratulations and good luck to our nominees! Bindweed by M F Drummy Continue reading
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