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First Night
by Ric Jahna

Aren’t you a little old to be flying in your dreams is what she asks me, but teasing, in the dark and in bed, this after telling me about her nightmares of falling, how she wakes each time before hitting the ground but worries what might happen if she didn’t—wake—and I explain that it isn’t exactly flying with me so much as something like gliding on currents of air, using your hands as a sort of wind-rudder, the same way you might when your arm hangs out a car window and you make those sloping surges, first up, then leveling off, and finally angling sharp downward, and eventually settling into a kind of unbroken serpentine rhythm, and yet it is not as freeing—my dream flight—perhaps, as it might sound because as often as not there is no controlling those skyward bursts that send me up and up, the earth retreating away in awful recession, which—while not falling—is terrifying in its own way.

That, and also alligators, I want to say, one or two nights a week at least, usually back at the lake behind my grandmother’s house, everywhere and aggressive, their massive heads half-submerged and waiting so that just to dip a toe is at your peril, but that would be too much for now, an over-share I decide, as we lie there in the cool sheets, her voice getting softer, her responses more lazy-slowed, plenty of time for deep-zoo madness, later, when things are so entrenched that leaving is more complicated.

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Ric Jahna's fiction has appeared in Mid-American Review, Green Hills Literary Lantern, Gowanus, and is forthcoming in Oyster Boy Review and Eclipse. His short story, "Independence Day, 1983," was the recipient of an AWP Intro Award in 2004. Recently, his short story collection, True Kin, won the Ohio State University Press award for short fiction. The book will be published next spring. He holds an M.A. in literature and an M.F.A. from the University of Arizona. He is now a Ph.D. student at the University of Louisiana Lafayette.

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Issue Seventeen (June 15, 2007): Renoir Responds to Aline Charigot’s Charges of Painting Her Ugly by Daniel Bailey «» Cymothoa Exigua by Christopher Battle «» Oblivious by Gary Cadwallader «» The Wedge in Between by Debbie Ann Eis «» One Purple Finch by Kathy Fish «» Clouds by James Hanley «» Mousafa's Woman by Kyle Hemmings «» First Night by Ric Jahna «» My Great-Aunt Meets Jesus at the Mobil Station in Montana by Stephanie Johnson «» Old Leningrad by Sandra Maddux-Creech «» Selective Memory by Mary McCluskey «» The Attraction of Asphalt by Stefani Nellen «» Of Potential by Jim Nelson «» Portrait of a Mother, Beforehand J.M. Patrick «» Midnight in Albuquerque by Tiffany Poremba «» Flatlining in the Edward G. Bellacosta Memorial Park by Jake Ruiter «» Prow by Claudia Smith «» I Know This Man; He is My Father. by Tavia Stewart «» In the Last Frame by Beth Thomas «» My First Two-Headed Boy by Veronica Thorn «» Interviews: Bob Arter «» Daniel Bailey «» Christopher Battle «» Gary Cadwallader «» Debbie Ann Eis «» Kathy Fish «» James Hanley «» Kyle Hemmings «» Ric Jahna «» Stephanie Johnson «» Sandra Maddux-Creech «» Mary McCluskey «» Stefani Nellen «» Jim Nelson «» J.M. Patrick «» Tiffany Poremba «» Jake Ruiter «» Claudia Smith «» Tavia Stewart «» Beth Thomas «» Veronica Thorn «» Cover Art "Peace in a Time of Monsters" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor
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