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March 4, 2013 | Fiction

The French Shepherd

Liam Harkin

There were wolves near there. Wolves killing sheep. Poetry is dead. He thought. He could lend a hand.

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February 28, 2013 | Fiction

Tongue

David Cotrone

Kathryn was doing all she could to get her son to touch his food again. She wanted him to eat. “I don’t know what to do,” she said to the doctor. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” The pitch of her voice

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February 27, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sean Karns

 

Happy Birthday   

You push your bike
on the worn pathway
into the bushes.
You enter my apartment
with chocolate cake
and colorful birthday hats. 
You put one on my head
and

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February 25, 2013 |

A Small City Made Almost Entirely From Bones

Bob Schofield

You wake up to the sound of someone smashing white rocks outside your window. Only it's not rocks. You're just in a city made entirely of bones.