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November 17, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erica Bernheim

You will etch your name in the most lunar dust. This world / may be large enough for none of us, saddest darling.

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November 17, 2017 | Fiction

Dreams About Water

Duncan Whitmire

“I saw you by the river last night,” Amy says, her eyes still closed and half-covered by strands of almond-brown hair. “Why didn’t you follow me?” 

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November 16, 2017 | Fiction

Men Decide They Want Something

Michelle Ross

They laid out their sweat-stained clothing while the geyser was quiet, placid. They backed away and waited for her to erupt. 

There was no doubt in Bea’s mind that they referred to the geyser as “she.” 

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November 15, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Hieu Minh Nguyen

 It’s simple, really. / You, like the other yous / are gone,            returned to the God of metals.