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May 4, 2020 | Fiction

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL

Garielle Lutz

He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.

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May 4, 2020 | Interview

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Elizabeth Ellen

"Gary” always felt like a misnomer to me, something I had to put up with to keep the peace.

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Greg Oldfield

I remember the next morning, puking, shaking violently, asking for God’s mercy. There was too much light coming through the blinds. I was a living, breathing version of “Hurt.” 

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