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November 4, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Karissa Morton

HOMILY

In a world this red & watery, I have no choice but to be a wild animal waiting to be killed.  These laddered roses stacked atop my chest, all these decisions filled with blood.  My

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Hold On photo

November 4, 2014 | Fiction

Hold On

Steve Karas

Ethan’s virtual shrink said this would be good for him. It’s his first time in a human touch center, even though they’ve been popping up across America since the late 2030s. A place to feel

Plotlines from TV’s The Sopranos Re-Interpreted by Lydia Davis photo

November 3, 2014 | Fiction

Plotlines from TV’s The Sopranos Re-Interpreted by Lydia Davis

Christian Hayden

The Mortadella

Sometimes when my husband and I argue he eats mortadella from the refrigerator.  Other times he does not.

 

Rubenesque

There is a term for women of my wife’s size, a

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November 3, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Wendy Neale

My friend’s friend dated Mario Lopez in college

There you go, in the papers again. Your mouth a hawk dive; your fists up and double-siloed. While you play overcast, we tend to the beetle