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February 5, 2016 | Poetry

My Body

Moriah Pearson

That thing I scrape against every floor. That thing, that thing keeps betraying me. I knock on wooden bones for good luck, but... more

My Body photo
the preamble to the deceleration of independence photo

February 4, 2016 | Poetry

the preamble to the deceleration of independence

Sam Price

  everyone leaves the party and I'm still at the party I sleep on... more

The Civilized Pirate photo

February 4, 2016 | Fiction

The Civilized Pirate

Sommer Schafer

He wasn’t expecting how strong they’d be with their pale soft hands and their petticoats and their bowties and their cummerbunds. But when they stormed the ship, they threw aside lacy parasols and let fall monoculars.

Why We Are With the Men We Are With photo

February 3, 2016 | Fiction

Why We Are With the Men We Are With

Kim Magowan

Two drinks in, we’re complaining. Jem wants a second baby, “But who the hell will gestate it?”