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“All of the time we spend is worth examining.” A conversation with Casey Gray

Dolly buys two cases of Bud Light because the tall man is staring at her, and she wants him to think that there is a group of people waiting for her back at the RV. For the first time in years, Dolly is worried about being raped. She’s seen him in three different aisles now,

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March 30, 2015

“I’m telling the stories that I want to tell.” A conversation with Cristina Moracho

In Cristina Moracho’s debut young adult novel Althea & Oliver (Viking), Moracho treads a familiar path, that of young love and friendship, but takes a decidedly “road less traveled” in plot and character development. Following the story of lifelong best friends, the titular Althea and Oliver, Moracho paints a vivid portrait of adolescence, heartbreak, and

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March 9, 2015

Susan Winkler

“It goes on and on like this,” he said, shining his light to illuminate halls and caverns that lay ahead, all lined with bones, neatly organized. “It is extraordinary, isn’t it?” “Yes, it is,” she said, turning around slowly, trying to take it all in despite the dim light. “The beauty, the geometry, of the

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October 31, 2014

Ailish Hopper

The Good Caucasian                           [It’s] the ghost in me coming out. —Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry When forty acres have besieged my brow, and a mule and a winter, cold as Ice Cube, I try a remembrance of things, floating past— Miss Daisy, and her necklace of fingerpointing         Title pages On the South   now squares of ash centers embering If

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October 24, 2014

Kathleen Founds

It would be kind of like that time you brought in cupcakes on your birthday, Ms. Freedman, and Andrea Shylomar said they tasted like wet bananas, and you were like, “Very well then, Andrea, give me back the cupcake,” and she was like, “No, miss, I was just saying stuff, I’ll still eat it.” Then

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October 17, 2014

Monica McFawn

My son, the drug addict, is about to tell a story. I can tell because he’s closed his eyes and lifted his chin. I can tell because he’s laid his hands, palms down, on the table, like a shaman feeling the energy of the tree-spirit still in the wood. I can tell because he’s drawing

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October 10, 2014

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