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March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near

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Hoop Dreams photo

March 12, 2020 | Poetry

Hoop Dreams

Josh Lefkowitz

Every car passing by might house a backseat scout

Brent’s Deli photo

March 11, 2020 | Poetry

Brent’s Deli

Jeremy Radin

 

Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray &
unmusical slab of an apartment building. Were it to be

Bad Construction photo

March 11, 2020 | Fiction

Bad Construction

Heather De Bel

There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.