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December 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Touch

Allegra Hyde

“Everything I touch,” he said, twirling his fork in a plate of linguini, “turns to mold.” 

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Hoop Dreams photo

December 3, 2013 | Poetry

Hoop Dreams

Tyler Gobble

Truth is Scottie Pippen / wasn’t born. He hatched from an egg that was stuck / to another, slightly larger egg. The opposite of Mugsy Bogues / on an airplane and the oxygen mask drops down, / for his seat only. Mookie Blaylock dresses up as Mookie / Blaylock for Halloween.

Imperfect Homes photo

December 2, 2013 | Fiction

Imperfect Homes

André Babyn

There was once a time when my aunt and uncle had room enough to take us the odd weekends our parents were on vacation. Their house was smaller than ours and I felt haughty in it. The walls were dark and the air smelled musty. In the afternoons dust poured in the air like cigarette smoke in an old black and white movie. Going out into the sun was blinding. 

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void photo

November 29, 2013 | Fiction

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void

Erin Kautza

Hanging panties like cat skin, or Books of Dead and leaving in nighties. The jambs are so low. Lights on high are anything but warm. That pipe is what we think it might be: lost focus. He just