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Weekend Trip

by Anne Ray

On our way to the yearly party Yahlie’s friends throw, we encounter a woman and her baby. The drive is one day from Santa Fe to Amarillo, one to Austin. Maybe Yahlie and I will do it in less, with our feet up on the dash and Styrofoam cups of soda in the cup holders.


Michaux State Forest, New Year’s

by Christopher Kempf

We run the kókúku trail (translation— snow owl, in late-American) alone this morning, its strict, midwinter alders dark against the snowfall, its flocks of crows


You Are Here

by Victoria Lancelotta

Here is the slow thaw and the fox that creeps through the sweet new green, wet teeth, wet fur, sharp ears and snout, so pretty in its stealth, its silence. Here is the lullaby, cicada hum and truck horn, water dripping on cracked tile and the buzz of walkway lights, the fade and crackling swell at the bottom of the radio dial: voice and static and the tin roar of applause from the stands of a dusty arena inside that metal box on the stained and listing dresser.

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