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March 7, 2016 | Nonfiction

The Man Who Isn't My Father

Jenni Garber

I never call ahead to say I'm in town and on the way over because the front door is always unlocked. 

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March 4, 2016 | Fiction

They Also Use Tools, and Are Capable of Making Plans

Juliana Gray

Look at those fucking crows, Mona said.  She and Dan and I were sitting on our porch, drinking vodka tonics and staring at the view, which was pretty good with the sun going down and the corn in the field between our two houses almost ripe and ready to harvest. 

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March 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Little Girls

Zhanna Slor

It’s 2006, I’m nineteen, and I have a part-time job with my uncle engraving portraits into tombstones. 

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March 3, 2016 | Poetry

My Old Friend Lou

Milton P. Ehrlich

Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.