When I realized that I was no longer weighing down the boat. That someone had built a throne for me out of coral and abalone. That the walls were dissolving, like a final joy suppressed forever: The opening and closing of the mouth of my angelic sister, her hooves still damp from wading in...
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When I gripped the electric fence and felt the thud between my shoulder blades I thought that the girl with downs syndrome had punched me in the back. My brother laughed with the sisters— the one who ate salt, the one who showed me her breasts while she chewed her hair and the slow...
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OO EE AH. A’BIGGITY BIGGITY BOO I—got a fever. And the only cure for it. Is a suicide note. Wrapped in the flensed flesh headdress of a book review I criticize I exorcize possess and repossess and honor mine parents at a screaming volume I am a pretty princess and...
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And there was given to it a mouth with which to speak great things and blasphemies. And there was given to it, too, authority, and hierarchy, and men and women worshipping. This was the dream of that winter during which I was told I might need to leave the world with my son and...
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There is a horse with a face made of flies. There is wet shale, a porch, a storm. You are checking your body for ticks. The moonlight glazes your skin as you turn in the mirror, no red apertures where your blood is missing. The storm has knocked out the power so there are...
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Tonight you are a mile of black weeds. You are a crow with a beak full of smoke on the move over the river. Tonight I shave my head and nail a baggy of hair above my door. I walk by the light of my new skull. You are an abandoned air force base...
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It is the bread that will not be baked. The bread that rises and continues to rise. It is the recital performed every night— Little girl in a snowstorm in an empty auditorium. Not the soldier on a horse, bearing a skull on a pole. No, it is the way I call your name,...
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As we’ve been yelling from the rooftops and the interwebs for a few weeks now, the latest edition of Phoebe, issue 42.1 is published. So far we’ve given you a glimpse at some of the prose filling the pages of our print edition, including an excerpt from a short story and a personal essay. While Phoebe offers great writing in many genres,...
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The latest edition of Phoebe, issue 42.1, is printed and will soon be making its way into the hands of our readers. It’s jam-packed with great writing, some of which we’ve given you a glimpse of this week. If you want to cut to the chase and order your own copy of Phoebe 42.1, click here for...
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We are thrilled to announce that the latest edition of Phoebe, issue 42.1, is back from the presses and ready for readers. It is full of gripping, eloquent, and thought-provoking reads from an exciting bunch of writers. In the next few days we’ll be bringing a small taste of the prose and poetry you can find...
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