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October 8, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

D.M. Aderibigbe

Because my father dips himself / into the vagina of a Swedish woman // and is never found again, / my mother's heart dies.

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October 7, 2015 | Fiction

Thirteen Halves of the Story

Michelle Dove

E says the sky is fuller today and I say it isn’t. Meaning we aren’t significant so why would our surroundings be.

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October 6, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jose Hernandez Diaz

By the time I hang up, the goats turn into Roger Clemens and Pedro Martinez. We smoke my last cigarettes, the three of us. 

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October 5, 2015 | Fiction

Don't Bother

Erick Saenz

When it’s my turn to order coffee I look anywhere but her eyes and whisper “soy latte” like it’s a secret. When she asks my name I tell her. It doesn’t matter how you spell it.

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