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September 18, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Red Table

Kelly Hevel

I felt as cold and empty as that body lying in that casket lined with fabric smooth and silky white, so different from what usually cradled my grandma’s skin, those soft, oft-washed dresses always topped with a floral apron.

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September 17, 2019 | Poetry

Letter Home from Hyperspace #2

Zoë Ryder White

There’s a song in my figurative head 
that I can’t shake loose. 
When I was a body, 
I did so many things with my... more

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September 17, 2019 | Fiction


Aliceanna Stopher

Here is your neighbor, blood forking from her nose, catching on her lip. 

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September 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Coming Home

Suvi Mahonen

05:05 am. My eyes open. A faint pearly blade of light squeezing past the blind. The distant metallic scrape of a moving tram.