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November 14, 2019 | Fiction

The Census

Sam Price

And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.

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November 14, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Hannah Donovan


i sit
drip blood
think i am
such a giver
i want to be
or not)
where’s your... more

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November 13, 2019 | Fiction


Cara Benson

I am in a storehouse of answers, am I not? I head for the reference desk even though there's no one behind the counter.


November 12, 2019 | Fiction


Brian Kelly

No one comes. I walk up to the bike. The seat’s taller than my bike.