Mayonnaise
I don’t know which herbs, spices, or ice cream flavors you like because 23&Me won’t tell me, and neither will you.
Essays
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Three Flash Essays by Lane Michael Stanley
Teeth line the leaves of the agave, protecting fleshy, leathery spined crescents that open like a bowl to the sky. Perhaps I would have a higher tolerance for flowers as vaginal metaphors if their petals had teeth.
Immigrant Experience as an Oedipal War of Words in Porochista Khakpour’s Sons and Other Flammable Objects
Words that do not match their peers or adhere to linguistic rules and expectations are the driving trope for the discordance of the immigrant experience in this novel.
A Lot of Other Women
One night, lazing on her grownup bed, Miri laughs about a girl in the year above.
Parallel Practice: As Ever, Your Totem
The imaging tools beckoned to me, their still repose enticing in the periphery.
Body All the Way Down
All she knew was that she couldn’t let it happen again. All she knows is that a body is a dangerous place to be.
The Knock at the Door
Maybe it was not such an obstacle after all, if it was going to save our lives one day. This is how my brain came to be rewired.
Parallel Practice: Story at the End of My Fist
I will throw a lot of punches. Thousands. Hurl my fist. Aim for the target. Do it over and over. Fail.