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March 4, 2013 | Fiction

The French Shepherd

Liam Harkin

There were wolves near there. Wolves killing sheep. Poetry is dead. He thought. He could lend a hand.

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February 28, 2013 | Fiction


David Cotrone

Kathryn was doing all she could to get her son to touch his food again. She wanted him to eat. “I don’t know what to do,”... more

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February 27, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sean Karns

  Happy Birthday    You push your bike on the worn pathway into the bushes. You enter my apartment with... more

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February 26, 2013 | Fiction

Uptaten Towers

Sam Martone

A hand over your mouth. A hush in the darkness. It’s the girl, whose name reminds you of another, who you remember marrying in some uncertain future or almost-forgotten dream.