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None of This is a Metaphor photo
December 13, 2017 | Fiction

None of This is a Metaphor

Jane Liddle

I was at a party for the end of the world. I came so I wouldn’t be alone. I guess so did all the other women. They must<a class="more" href="/web_features/none-of-this-is-a-metaphor">... more</a>

Autobiography Inside a Church photo
December 12, 2017 | Poetry

Autobiography Inside a Church

Hussain Ahmed

my parents taught me to say ‘surrender’
in a dozen foreign languages.

For All My Strangers photo
December 11, 2017 | Fiction

For All My Strangers

Keegan Lester

We were listening to the bombing over the radio while my mother drove me to confirmation class that night.  The radio said We<a class="more" href="/web_features/for-all-my-strangers">... more</a>

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane photo
December 8, 2017 | Fiction

Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane

Meghan Phillips

I could take my hands off. Just unlock them at the wrists, snap them off like the heads of artificial flowers. As long as<a class="more" href="/web_features/goodbye-mary-goodbye-jane">... more</a>

Winter in Guayaquil photo
December 7, 2017 | Nonfiction

Winter in Guayaquil

Jean Ferruzola

That winter my mother takes me to her country, a little place on the equator I had not yet seen.

2 Poems photo
December 6, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Ethan Chua

the night of the attack

mother did you hear them
they had tongues like lightning
and forked through the forest
shooting the<a class="more" href="/web_features/2-poems--65">... more</a>

Power Lines photo
December 5, 2017 | Fiction

Power Lines

Ben Loory

The man keeps thinking about the power lines—the ones that are strung over his house.

Sometimes at night, he can hear them up there,<a class="more" href="/web_features/power-lines">... more</a>

Hinterland Transmissions: A Day In Dust Bunny City photo
December 4, 2017 | Dispatches

Hinterland Transmissions: A Day In Dust Bunny City

Steve Anwyll

I don't like most people. And have been jealous of Bud for ages. With reason.

3 Poems photo
December 4, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Edmund Sandoval

Is there ever a time to think of poetry? Of poets? Of the rivers of the delta? 

The rabbit's bones photo
December 1, 2017 | Poetry

The rabbit's bones

Hannah Allen

Subtraction, division,

rabbit bones, rabbit lives