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February 8, 2018 | Poetry

From, "COMPANY"

Emily Hunt

It isn't natural / for a thin stem with fruits / to sprout up – / they're heavy, / they're supposed to just hang.

From, "COMPANY" photo
An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions photo

February 7, 2018 | Fiction

An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions

Stephanie Grossman

You don't know it yet, but I gave you bad directions, and now I can't find you. For this, I am truly, truly sorry.

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone? photo

February 6, 2018 | Fiction

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone?

Tyler Barton

We’re all going to be late, for everything, and the people we keep waiting will add this to their mental list of evidence that we are not careful or observant or accountable.

Three Poems photo

February 6, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Mariel Fechik

I dream myself into a field that is lime green. There is a branch in my lungs, and I can’t love like I used to. This is a ghost story.