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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

Tongue

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.