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August 19, 2022 | Fiction

Break Me Open

Joe Baumann

The weather is hot.  The air conditioning is broken.  Everyone’s body is aching.  “You’re old enough to know.”  Our parents, he says, agree: it is time for us to understand openings, to recognize that we are not pinatas.  We are not stuffed with sugary candies in tight plastic wrappers.  Streamers and noisemakers will not burst forth from our chests.  We should not go at one another with baseball bats.  Openings are not occasions for blindfolds.

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August 19, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Francesca Kritikos

Hiring Bodyman

This city hates me

I get so tired
of waiting

for you
I groom myself

Now all I have to do
is show up at your door

& you’ll call me sweetheart
forever

I hate

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August 18, 2022 | Nonfiction

Golden Light

Kent Kosack

A river coursing with so much life it broke through the surface. I liked that.

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August 14, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Learning Love Can Be a Creative Force

Alyssa Oursler

S and I were together nearly a year before the band really got back on the road. Their six-week tour started in Minneapolis.