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June 24, 2016 | Poetry

4 Poems

Lydia Hounat

the drugs didn’t wear off,
the guy she wants to get in bed
                                doesn’t really care.

when she was 6 she’d never touch cigarettes,
                                but drugs made her slip

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June 24, 2016 | Comics

Nightmares

Annalise Mabe

He was a shadow, "A black braid of smoke" as Simic would say. No. That's too pretty.

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June 23, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Wendy C. Ortiz

washing the wound
in beer and poetry

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June 23, 2016 | Fiction

Chicharones

Herve Comeau

She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I... more