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May 9, 2018 | Fiction

West Virginia Fictions

Juliet Escoria

They were not in Brooklyn, California, a nice suburb outside D.C.

They were in West Virginia.

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You Are Just a Name I Wrote on My Hand photo

May 9, 2018 | Fiction

You Are Just a Name I Wrote on My Hand

Greg Rhyno

Hey, here’s an idea: how about you don’t spend half the period texting your boyfriend, and then he won’t dump you in the middle of class. Ever think of that? Maybe you talk to him like a human being instead of sending him a bunch of fucking sideways sad faces. 

Asleep in the National Museum  photo

May 8, 2018 | Poetry

Asleep in the National Museum 

Connor Messinger

He paints using the ashes of the towers in his watercolors.

The Queen is Dead photo

May 8, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The Queen is Dead

Rosemary Harp

Two years later, I fell in love with a boy whose devotion to The Smiths matched my own.