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June 13, 2019 | Fiction

Three Times I’ve Seen My Dad Cry

Nick Farriella

People hung around outside of convenience stores with their hands over their mouths blowing smoke. Stereos played loud Christmas music.

Three Times I’ve Seen My Dad Cry photo
An Evening: Super Bowl XLVIII photo

June 13, 2019 | Nonfiction

An Evening: Super Bowl XLVIII

Siân Griffiths

I know brain damage.

The Unseen photo

June 12, 2019 | Nonfiction

The Unseen

Jennifer Taylor

When I was 22, my mother was excited for the first day at my new job, but not so much that she couldn’t wait to tell me about the demon that had attacked her in the night. 

Priorities.

They held

Anya-nyelv, Mother-tongue photo

June 12, 2019 | Poetry

Anya-nyelv, Mother-tongue

Fanni Somogyi

Exchanging one anya-nyelv, mother-tongue, for another is like 
nibbling salted peanuts at the sticky bar top,
unplanned but eventual for a bilingual migrant. 

The other mother-
nyelv tongue is