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December 18, 2020 | Fiction

Fatherhood

Lauren Barbato

There’s always a man, somewhere, taking out the trash, his light blue jeans rolled above his ankles; waving at his elderly neighbor watering her tomato plants; picking up the morning paper and

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When the World Was Ending, We Wore the Cornrows. We Twisted our Coils, and We Waited photo

December 17, 2020 | Nonfiction

When the World Was Ending, We Wore the Cornrows. We Twisted our Coils, and We Waited

Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

Why are we so very unwanted, but somehow always wanted by the worst of things?

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December 17, 2020 | Poetry

Four Poems

shy watson

sour

i wanted
in the way
that want follows

bedraggled
a half moon
of bites

it starts
like this
slowly

rara saw
FIRE FIRE
in my eyes

hard to describe
to you who
no longer

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December 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

Grip

Connor Goodwin

The first time I went rock climbing, I lasted 30 minutes.