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January 30, 2025 | Fiction

Protandry

George Salis

Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.

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January 29, 2025 | Poetry

Three Poems

Maria Giesbrecht

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself

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January 28, 2025 | Poetry

2 poems with cracked lips

Daniel Seifert

Our bones 
are always grinning.

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January 27, 2025 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angela Sim

my mother finds the name water / sweating blue cloud hairs