Month: August 2019
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Cursed
She fixed her attention on that twitching dime-sized bit of skin, and shut everything else out. A large volcano she had not even known was active was right now erupting north of Manila, sending harshly blinding ash-fall over the capital. Fiction by Noelle Q. de Jesus
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Dear Francine du Plessix Gray
“I’m said to be a very gifted analysand,” you humble-bragged in your interview, quite elegantly. I used to be so efficient with my therapist’s time, but the older I get, the more agile I become at skirting the stuff that makes me ugly-cry. Creative Nonfiction by Candace Walsh
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Aubade for an Alcoholic’s Son
straight, gridded teeth / bit down, / asked me to promise I’ll never / go back to sleep Poetry by Megan DeMatteo
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Delta Blues
the trains left / to go where they go / she wasn’t there / to rattle off with them down the lips. Poetry by Matt Morgan