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June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Interrogations

Gretchen Schrafft

We’d do it with whatever was laying around: a jump rope, an extension cord, stray fistfuls of fishing line. Down in the basement, while the babysitter watched Spanish-language television in the living room, we pulled these things taut, secured wrists, ankles, and torsos to my father’s old recliner. Toby was a boy scout, so his knots were better than mine, but I was by far the more skillful interrogator.

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June 19, 2015 | Poetry

Six Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

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June 19, 2015 | Nonfiction

Pop Therapy: A Playlist

Kate Lebo

By dread I’m inspired, by fear I’m amused. The phrase was cursived on a cocktail napkin and folded into my handshake by a steel-haired young woman two weeks before my 20th birthday. 

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June 18, 2015 |

The Tribe

Sean Kilpatrick

Cinetopia is a Detroit film festival for fresh retirees on a cinematic tour bus who belch knowingly whenever they mistake their hunched way into an obscene masterpiece.