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May 3, 2021 | Fiction

Seven Ghosts

David Mohan

Throughout our first year in that house you woke feeling this ghost’s breath on your face, and at night, sometimes, you’d jump up frantic, swearing you’d felt its grave-clasp on your ankle or arm.

Seven Ghosts photo
He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam photo

May 2, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam

Danielle Chelosky

The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.

Bonding at Home Base photo

April 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

Bonding at Home Base

Sally Simon

Come late spring, my dad turned into a man I didn’t recognize. Normally a quiet man who spent his free hours taking a nap on the couch, he morphed into a talkative baseball fanatic. The Philadelphia

The Hot Dogs of Physics photo

April 29, 2021 | Poetry

The Hot Dogs of Physics

Claire Gallagher

We were allowed to be alone in the stadium, an object which is infinite. Prove it.
I can’t remember if we took the bus. More likely your dad dropped us in traffic and the civic door thunked on our