Prose
Prose
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The Year of Getting Better
“It’s the year of getting better,” her mother said as she walked into the room. It was Thora’s second hospital stay of the year.
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Memory, a Lacuna
My mother and grandmother were born in ‘the land of the lake,’ or La Comarca de la Laguna, a cradle of fertile land between the Sierra Madre mountain ranges in the northern Mexican desert
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For the Gentleness of Our Leaving
I started asking rivers to feed me as a child—literally, with flesh from fish, then figuratively, with flashes of comfort.
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SAMBATYON
There is a river, lost or hidden, that is impossible to pass six days each week.
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How Do You Make It Work?
I’m writing this much later than I should be, in part, because I’ve just had another birthday, and as I age, I become more reluctant to do more than one job.
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To Pasture
The court had decided I was the most logical choice for the bull’s care. I was sufficiently neutral as a production assistant, and I’d already been tasked with managing him at the studio.
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DEI, Bitch
Can everyone hear and see me okay? No? Oh, I was on mute, let me just ... There we go.
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On Employability
"Why is it that the more transsexual I get, the more employable I feel?"
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Babydogs Do Not Work/SERVICE ANIMAL
At the height of the pandemic, I became a new kind of laborer: a student-teacher, a strange, two-faced role.
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La-Pa-La
Savannah Bowen’s La-Pa-La tells the story of two young siblings living in Haiti—one of whom must grapple with the mysterious disappearance of the other. As the surreal begins to eclipse the real, a beautiful unraveling takes hold, leaving readers to wonder whether love may be the only certainty in this or any universe.