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August 18, 2017 | Fiction

Love Story in the Form of a Taco

Daniel Paul

“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.

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August 17, 2017 | Poetry

Performance After the End of the World

Talin Tahajian

The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response. 

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August 17, 2017 |

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Elizabeth O’Brien

If this album were a place, it would be a penny candy store: high fructose and courting an overdose. 

 
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August 16, 2017 | Nonfiction

An Anatomy of Pipes

Hannah Doyle

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.