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47.2 Feature: “In Which Ms. Swan Suffers Clarity” by Flash Contest winner Elaine Hsieh Chou
In Which Ms. Swan Suffers Clarity by Elaine Hsieh Chou BWR 47.2 Flash Contest winner Ms. Swan ends up in situations without knowing how she got in them. She is at a Starbucks, she is at an ATM, the DMV, a candy store. Each time, she materializes from...
47.1 Feature: “Midnight Saturn Bass Note: Afterword to A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure” by Hoa Nguyen
Midnight Saturn Bass Note Afterword to A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasureby Hoa Nguyenfrom BWR 47.1I set out to write A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure years ago. Decades, really. Writing this, I’m wondering if it is as simple as that sentence I have said...
46.1 Feature: Craft Essay by Diana Clarke
I was not looking for Freud. Freud did not need any finding. But Sándor did need finding.
46.2 Feature: Craft Essay by Jessica Lanay
I was not looking for Freud. Freud did not need any finding. But Sándor did need finding.
2019 Nonfiction Contest Runner-Up Sophie He
"Corrective vision surgery takes on a whole new meaning in 'Chinatownland.' The result is a cartography that includes our blindspots. In 'Chinatownland,' juxtaposition, one of disruption’s favorite tools, simultaneously blurs and focuses our vision so that we might...
2019 Poetry Contest Runner-Up Kamden Hilliard
The nēnē bird, AKA, the Hawaiian goose, AKA, how birds state need
amidst emergency, economic development, pimped rainbows, & pricey
neighbors
From the Archives: “The Coffin, the Ship” by Mel Kassel
At dawn, I look out the porthole and wait for my vampire.
2019 Fiction Contest Runner-Up Rosana Cruz
" 'What it Took' is—thankfully, blessedly, refreshingly—strange. Visceral and seething, this story contains all the ingredients of a forbidden spell, and reading it is like tucking into an ancient grimoire. The most affecting stories are often beautiful and vicious...
From the Archives: “The Empty” by Panpan Song
This much was true: nothing very bad happened. Nothing big.
46.2 Feature: “Socratic Wig” by Sara Kachelman
Socratic Wigby Sara Kachelmanfrom BWR 46.2I found my mother’s hair on a foam head at Wigland. It lit up the downtown window display. Above it a sign said: the last true redhead. It was referring to my mother. She was the last true redhead, and now she was dead. We had...