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September 30, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Schyler Butler

HOOD

We jut Ma’at into our daily bread.
Turn mud into pyramid bricks,
shadows mapping the heavens.
We rise above the stars.
Invent language harmonious
with all creation.
Fight wars because

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The Shine photo

September 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Shine

Jay Merill

Gail is the name of the person telling this story. She thinks of herself as Gail instead of I.

Coal Miner's Daughter photo

September 29, 2020 |

Coal Miner's Daughter

Ella Hormel

Loretta Lynn
Coal Miner’s Daughter
11 songs, 29 minutes
1970

The place is too small, but we don’t care. I don’t care because I’ve always liked small spaces (if I were an animal, I’d be one with

Pufferfish: Love in the Deep Blue photo

September 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

Pufferfish: Love in the Deep Blue

Serena Alagappan

I sometimes wish we were pufferfish. There are the general perks of being a marine creature: silky filament gills that gulp oxygen from water, flippers to whirl through the waves, eyes that open in