Milo Milo, the kitten who took up residence in the storm drains of our quiet suburb, slinked through the fence posts after the grayed wood slats
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At school hookup today, the vice-principal tapped at my car window. She bent down and told me gently, with troubled eyes, and twice because I didn't
Born in a wide & lonely field, O’Hare was reared by Old Man Winter, cruel bastard who never gave his boy gruel or warm sunlight, &
He was born during Hurricane Ike, & this makes sense because he was born inside Hurricane Ike, & the details don’t matter except to say that
Thoughts While Slicing Berries Sometimes, I don’t think of you at all, unless I see you. Then, I want you— want to have you, like a
I want the makeshift bridge, rickety splintered wood planks, the missing ones like knocked-out teeth, banister ropes with slack smiles, the sway and push back of
Eventually she has to take a brush to it a fine, dainty brush to uncover the network of bryozoa spread like a lace on the surfaces
I’ve lived in the same house in a small midwestern city for thirty years. We’ve made many changes in that time, but the one constant has
SEQUOIA NAGAMATSU is the author of the story collection, Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone (Black Lawrence Press), silver medal winner of the 2016 Foreword Reviews’
The Flyway staff is thrilled to announce that Randy Brown has won the 2018 Untold Stories contest for his poems "Better Hooches and Gardens" and "a
