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August 15, 2019 | Poetry

But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end 

Jeremiah Moriarty

after Britney Spears

The camera pans—is this still
Mars? Oops. Gloss-

lip. Oops. Long-lashed eyes
gazing between the scraps.

Guttural purr. Oops I.
Did. It. Again. White girl

But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end  photo
Arrangements photo

August 15, 2019 | Fiction

Arrangements

Merridawn Duckler

There was a Help Wanted sign at the florists. I had a car, so I walked in and applied. This was a time in my life when I’d decided anyone could do anything. In other words, I was an artist.

two poems photo

August 15, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Julia Lattimer

Precarious Poem

I’m craigslisting again and this time, 
I’m in Portland hanging plants

next to windows, snaking 
vines around the glass, framing the outside

green in green. In

Blood on the Tracks photo

August 13, 2019 |

Blood on the Tracks

Mark Koepke

When I was young, I never kept a journal. Instead, my understanding of the world—and myself within in it—got wound up in 500-plus battered tapes that have followed me through life.