The earth beneath our boots became a slippery soup of water and blood. Bodies stacked up four and five deep. We took to throwing corpses over the timberworks to make room for the fighting. Some of them bodies took so many musket balls they fell apart in your hands when you tried to heave them over.

Nancy L. Weber’s fiction has appeared in Evergreen Review, Brooklyn Rail, and other publications. She has an MFA […]

When I got to 34th Street, I decided to go into Macy’s. I was thinking about the dead tooth. In time it would turn black. I walked past the rows of makeup counters and realized that I had no idea if I was pretty.  Growing up around Louise, her sisters and I learned that it didn’t matter if we were pretty – all that mattered was that we were not Louise. I stepped up to a lipstick display and found the matte brick-colored shade that everyone wore that year. In a business card-sized mirror on a counter display I watched as I dragged the matte brick color back and forth across my dry lips. I smiled, revealing the dead front tooth. It was like all the other teeth – white, luminous. I put the lipstick back in the display and walked out of the store, back out onto Broadway.

Patricia Farrell lives in rural Oregon. Trained as a biologist and landscape architect, she received a certificate of […]

Are you stepping onto the rungs? Clenching/cold mettle in your hands?/Remember this. The last step/is hardest, as if you didn’t know.

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