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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... more

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... more

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... more

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... more

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,... more

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