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by  Judith Present

I was about eight; I think, when I walked passed my father’s office and saw him crying. For a child to see a parent cry is unnerving. True they are human beings, but children want to feel that their parents are stronger than they are and will always protect them. Walking into his office I saw him holding a photograph album. 

by Kirk Astroth

All day I’ve faced a barren waste

Without the taste of water,

Cool water

Old Dan and I with throats burned dry,

And souls that cry for water

Cool, clean water

–Marty Robbins, Cool Water

by  Susan Land

Gabriel Miles fled from his classroom in the only fine-arts building of the only English-speaking college in Vienna, walked fast and then almost ran down the concrete steps and onto the cobblestones, past a shoe store and a bookstore and sex-toy shop and a plaque commemorating Mozart, and then 8 more blocks, and up the windy stairway to Branson’s door where Branson, who hated Gabriel to arrive early, ordered him to wait on the balcony: no Wilkommen Freund, in that ridiculous drawl of his. No air kiss.

by Eileen McLellan

“Kyip! Kyip!”

Inside its cardboard box, the bird seems to sense that freedom is near. As a volunteer for the local wildlife rescue organization, I often transport sick, injured or orphaned birds to their hospital. On this September day, though, I’m to release this healed bird back to the wild. I expect it to be a journey of celebration.

by  Kendyl Kearly

We didn’t talk about how I lived in a trailer. You knew it, but we never said so.

That old aluminum Diet Coke can—cinder blocks instead of wheels, waist-high dogs knocking you flat every time you came over—loomed in plain sight up on the hill, above the pond that my daddy drove the mower into when we were little. Whole rusty thing under in five minutes with a retching gurgle, 3,000 bucks down with the bullheads and fertilizer runoff. My papaw really let him have it that day.

by Jake Westpfahl

2008

During my senior year of college, a therapist will tell me I think too much and ask me to explain what it is like in my head, but right now, we are stuck in a traffic jam on a highway that winds around and over downtown.