Category Archive: Reprint

2021 Reprints: Week 4

The feeling of overwhelming dread that you’ve been experiencing for the past three weeks will leave you sleepless. That sleeplessness will leave you irritable. That irritability will leave you anxious. That anxiety that… Continue reading

2021 Reprints: Week 3

When the stars were created, they were blue, red, white, yellow, and speckled. As the evening star appears in the growing twilight like a tiny seashell, its whiteness a beacon, the tender face… Continue reading

2021 Reprints: Week 2

Perhaps I am a wicked girl.        That is why I never listen to my mother, or my grandmother, or my great-grandmother. Every morning before school my mother packs my lunchbox—peanut butter and strawberry jam… Continue reading

2021 Reprints: Week 1

Directions: Read each question carefully then choose the corresponding answer. You are permitted to use any clues you may have found while cleaning up this morning. You can have as long as you… Continue reading

Submission call: previously published work

Throughout February, we’re accepting submissions of work that has already been published. We’ve done this for the past few years. The goal is to give new life to work that has only been… Continue reading

Digital Reprints: Week 3

The insects revolted that summer. No one knew why. Grasshoppers, locusts, beetles, and bees, buzzing and chirruping, jumping from the grass. They came in chitinous hordes, scrabbling from the earth and shaking the… Continue reading

Spring Reprints: Week 3 Pt. 2

Friday after school I discover Tommy hovering a foot above his crib. Suspended in midair, floating on all fours. Tommy, I say, you’ll hurt yourself: owie, ouchie. His mobile twirls inches above him.… Continue reading

Spring Reprints: Week 3

This is a synchronicity chart, assembled using data from our tracking devices, detailing the synchrons that co-manifested at precisely 22:52 Western Galactic Time, at Spacelab 423, Multi-Dimensional Scanner Project of the Synchronics Lab,… Continue reading

Spring Reprints: Week 2

On Monday I don’t even go inside. I circle the house twice, looking for clues about what is expected of me, how I might help. Finally, the only thing I can think to… Continue reading

Spring Reprints: Week 1

I lived with my husband at the edge of Manhattan. At night in the winter when the trees were bare we looked toward the Hudson River. We cherished our view and waited all… Continue reading