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April 5, 2021 | Poetry

The last time I saw Aunt Priscilla

Ellen Stone

She was cursing at her TV. A Red Sox game was on. She was yelling at David Price, newly acquired from the Detroit Tigers. Price was behind in the count. I wanted to tell her that David Price was a

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April 4, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

The Ocean is so Glad you're not Seventeen Again

Arah McManamna

When he drops you off at home you realize the soles of your feet are covered in tar.

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April 2, 2021 | Poetry

The Widow on Opening Day

Brendan J. O'Brien

From the couch corner where 
his ass has crafted a killer dent
for the better part of a week,
my father begins shouting insane cuss words
at no one in particular – 
titty fucker bang bang, cunty

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April 1, 2021 | Poetry

3 Poems

Devin Kelly

TOOLS OF IGNORANCE

“[the term] tools of ignorance...was meant to be ironic, contrasting the intelligence needed by a catcher to handle the duties of the position with the foolishness needed to play