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February 26, 2016 | Poetry

The Butcher

Teresa Plana

 

Once a year I decide
I don't love you. It's

today. Watch me
not make you breakfast.

The child is only
this flesh I grew

and you tore 
out of me.

Now it stirs in the

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February 25, 2016 | Poetry

Alpha Centauri, Taylor Rain

Vishal Narang

 

I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping
mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner

Whenever I've awoken him, he has
acknowledged my presence immediately

and put his hand in the

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February 24, 2016 | Fiction

Nothing Has a Location Until It Is Observed  

Andrea Eberly

When Sophie arrived home from the Strange Charm concert, she realized she was now in possession of an uncomfortable secret. The next day at work it replayed in her mind at least a hundred times. 

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February 23, 2016 | Poetry

Deleted Vows

Vincent Scarpa

 

To love is to understand
the tsunami--

that it's just a thing the sea does
when it's been too long

missing the