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Sophie Klahr is the author of the poetry collections Two Open Doors in a Field (University of Nebraska Press), Meet Me Here at Dawn (YesYes Books), and the collaborative prose work There Is Only One…
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Call Me When You Get There
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Mike Cooper holds an MFA from Oregon State University Cascades in Bend, Oregon, where he lives with his family and Maggie the corgi. His short stories have been finalists in Glimmer Train, The Lascaux…
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Elizabeth DeKok received her MSc in Creative Writing from the University of Edinburgh. Born and raised in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, she currently lives in the North East of England. Her work is…
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Franz Jørgen Neumann’s stories have received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations and have appeared in The Southern Review, Colorado Review, and Water~Stone Review. His past published work can be…
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Kirsten Imani Kasai is the author of The House of Erzulie (Shade Mountain Press, 2018), Ice Song (Del Rey, 2009), and Tattoo (Del Rey, 2011). Her fiction, poetry, and essays have appeared in…
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Derek Dirckx is a writer born and raised in Minnesota. Previously, his fiction has appeared in the Willesden Herald: New Short Stories 11. He currently resides in Louisiana, where he studies fiction…
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Sophie Klahr
I am back in the arms of Florida and seeing everywhere, for the first time since she’s died, my
grandmother’s favorite chain store everywhere. I want to buy a little something, like her: leopard print
handbag, leopard print hat. She was a typist, a collector of teapots. For lunch, she always laid out cold
cuts and plastic-y cheese. Above the black vinyl couch, framed prints of red-crowned cranes, her
bedroom always in some gauze-pink light. I try to list what I know she loved: key lime pie, coconut
chocolates, Lifesavers. Whitefish salad. In the last months, on morphine, she recognized me. Her
tongue searched for my name then found it, as if having forgotten that oranges existed she’d suddenly
tasted one. I miss her more dead than I ever did alive. Is that love?
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