His shadow passed through the light.
–Jeremy Trager
Shadows camouflaged rotting spokes and tremors
–Jeremy Trager
Jeremy Trager is a New Orleans-based writer and graduate student. His nonfiction and photography have appeared in 433 Magazine and The French Quarter Journal. His plays have been read at Bailiwick Chicago, the UNO Playwrights Festival, and the University of South Dakota.
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“Thirty-Five?” Long pause. “You look great!”
–Silvia Herrera
Silent at home. Alexa asks, “What?”
–Silvia Herrera
New wrinkles. Facial ID fail. Lock.
–Silvia Herrera
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At intervals, we hear them singing.
–Kim Hagerich
Last train horn spills saddest music.
–Kim Hagerich
Foodscrap mermaid, I must grind you.
–Kim Hagerich
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Hope slid in without a mask.
–Aimee Dufresne
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Yesterday, I thanked a postal worker.
–Eddy Alvarez