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September 13, 2019 | Poetry

The Worshipping Beast

Brian Clifton

All that whimpers isn’t want.

One spring, I pulled
a reed from an oboe.
I planted it by a pond. 
Instantly, it... more

The Worshipping Beast photo
You Cannot Save Here photo

September 12, 2019 | Poetry

You Cannot Save Here

Anthony Moll

Morning gets angry and destroys a city
not New York, too obvious, but suppose
it’s on the coast. Suppose we’re the first to... more

Layover photo

September 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

Layover

Paige Thomas

There is snow that falls like a snake. It comes from the sky hissing and finds a bush to hide beneath. The leaves on the branches of the River... more

Kids photo

September 11, 2019 | Fiction

Kids

Andrea Ruggirello

When the men came and dug us up to make way for the next crop, it took a sharp tug or two to free our limbs from where they were entangled with the earth