2021 theme: RUPTURE

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THE FLOOD Mara Bateman She didn’t know her own strength, and when she left a curse came down upon the place. Through the winter cold crept into that vacancy, cold so sharp there was nothing it couldn’t cut. It froze the sap in trees, splitting them open from the heart. It killed cars on the highway in lonesome lines, their twin tracks dragging out behind them and only the white, lat winter ahead. Birds departed, all of them. Even the cardinals went missing, when most Christmases they hopped merrily from bush to bush. Ponds froze to the bottom so that bass hung suspended and bulging and dead as old insects in amber. It had never been so cold. Wives left their husbands for the blazing beacon of the Des Moines airport, shining escape across the plains. They emptied their accounts and lew south or westward and the frozen, black parking lots were strewn with station wagons and hatch-back Hondas, doors popped and empty as eggs. The earth froze so hard it moaned. Men moaned, alone with their microwaves and trap-lines and abandoned, truculent children. And then spring came, abruptly, from the east, cracking the rigid world in a lurry of rain and mud, gasping back to life. Dead ish popped to the surface of ponds, corklike. Reeds and last year’s grass fell limply to the mud. What buds had survived, burrowed deep in the memories of trees, burst forth, white and yellow, and men sighed with relief and removed their mittens and called their wives long distance leaving messages: “Come home now, honey, the worst is over.” But they were wrong. It had begun to rain. The rain fell and fell and would not stop. Lightning forked the horizon, or lashed in thundering, bright banners. Flocks of thunderheads lew grey and heavy across the plains, an endless tide, as if some far away ocean had been lifted into the sky and was now upturned over southeastern Iowa. Some people even swore the rain that fell that spring was salty as the sea and someone said they saw seaweed and small silver ish, the occasional crab, spinning in the downpour. First the ields turned to mud, ashy gray and gluey. Then they turned

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MEET THE WRITERS

11min
pages 181-190

ABOUT

1min
pages 179-180

Exhale

1min
pages 171-172

Ten Seconds to Rupture

6min
pages 165-168

The Walk

7min
pages 173-176

A Funeral Sestina

1min
pages 163-164

How to Solve a Rubik’s Cube

1min
pages 169-170

Fault Lines

5min
pages 160-162

Dinner Conversation

7min
pages 152-158

Manifest Palimpsest

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page 159

By The Numbers

7min
pages 145-149

Miracle of Wood

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pages 150-151

Child’s Moon

7min
pages 136-139

Three Days in Houston

5min
pages 142-144

Because of Mount St. Helens

1min
pages 132-135

Lark Ascending

7min
pages 127-131

Embrace Embarassment

1min
pages 121-126

Invisible Tigers

4min
pages 119-120

Octopus Heart

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page 116

Beauty Shop

1min
pages 117-118

Fetal Position

6min
pages 112-115

Bullighter

7min
pages 107-110

Sound of Bees

4min
pages 97-99

Descend

1min
pages 100-101

The Journey of a Magnum Opus

2min
pages 94-95

Parosmia

1min
page 96

My Pronoun

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page 88

Dear Marcie

7min
pages 89-93

First Frost

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page 83

Seasons Change

7min
pages 84-87

ABCs for My 1, 2, 3

7min
pages 79-82

The Rapture and The Rupture

7min
pages 72-78

Breach

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page 63

Compromise

7min
pages 57-60

A Man Named Joe

3min
pages 69-70

it is natural

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page 71

Ruptured

7min
pages 64-68

No Ruptured Skull Today

3min
pages 61-62

My Mother’s Rolls

4min
pages 54-56

After the Sample

4min
pages 32-34

Shattering the Illusion of Control

7min
pages 45-52

Repairs Under Pressure

7min
pages 27-30

Rupture Stone

1min
pages 37-39

The Flood

3min
pages 35-36

Uninvited

7min
pages 40-44

My Brother

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page 31

Introduction

5min
pages 19-26
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