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October 25, 2012 | Poetry

Kathy Acker and the Cuttlefish

Emma Sovich

Kathy Acker was sick of shaving her legs.  Every time she shaved them she cut herself.  It didn’t matter if the blade was dull or sharp.  Inevitably the blade would steal pieces of her knee. 

Kathy Acker and the Cuttlefish photo
You Were a Horse Yesterday photo

October 25, 2012 | Fiction

You Were a Horse Yesterday

Molly Laich

You were a horse yesterday; what happened? I rode you places under the hot sun. You fought off flies with your tail and we galloped knee deep through rivers. When apples fell off the tree and we

Lies photo

October 24, 2012 | Fiction

Lies

Ben Tanzer

Can I speak to you for a moment?

It’s your son’s teacher and so this can’t be good.  Now not good, doesn’t have to mean bad, but it means something, and you are too tired for something. You

Single White Robot photo

October 23, 2012 | Fiction

Single White Robot

Christopher Linforth

Hello, Sarah, your skin’s perspiring. Nervous? Your heart rate just jumped to 153 beats per minute and your eyes dilated by two millimeters. By the way, I like what you’ve done with your hair: the