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March 9, 2016 | Fiction

Where I Come From

Miles Preston-Clark

Whenever Amanda and I get into a fight she calls me poor. She tells me that, in my country, they sell nappy-headed dark skin girls like me for 20 silver coins and a healthy goat. 

Where I Come From photo
Three Poems photo

March 8, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chloe N. Clark

On the bus, crunched between
the pole and an undergrad, I try to study
my hands.

A Recipe for Poached Pear 'Pot' Pie  photo

March 7, 2016 | Dispatches

A Recipe for Poached Pear 'Pot' Pie 

Mira Gonzalez

½ cup (one stick) of unsalted butter (higher quality butter = better tasting cannabutter)

¼ ounce of weed, VERY finely ground

Divine Worship photo

March 7, 2016 | Fiction

Divine Worship

Rebekah Lee

I noticed a tall man in front of me with a long umbrella hanging from his arm. He was watching the priest and listening. When we began the preparations for communion, the tall man threw himself onto his knees.