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January 7, 2025 | Fiction

Passenger

selen ozturk

My dad’s passed, my dad says. He’s driving to cremate and bury him. He tears one minute further from me. Two. His phone clatters on the dashboard. Horns and curses. He says BEEP fuck, if I could BEEP

Passenger photo
from: Vasectomajestic photo

January 6, 2025 | Poetry

from: Vasectomajestic

Jacob Schepers

I am at such peace but I take a beat
to pause, that’s all, to feel so full, hearted, set.

Peekaboo photo

January 5, 2025 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Peekaboo

Reza Jabrani

“We’re watching Bluey,” I say. “And we’re starving,”

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January 3, 2025 | Poetry

3 Poems

Cash Compson

coyotes marauding in
waves of slaughter & i’m
jealous of the way