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Docking

At Sacandaga lake, the murky water a screen / that shields the town. The mucky bottom coats my toes / as I anchor the dock on the shore, pushing poles / through the film of sunscreen on the surface.

Poetry by Joe Volpe

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Fault

I want to be the one you run from. / I want you fast enough that I won’t see you. / I want you slow enough that you know I’m coming.

Poetry by Aaron J. Muller

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Sydney

Thirty minutes after takeoff, I realized the old man sitting next to me had died. We hit some turbulence, and his hand fell from the armrest onto my right leg. I waited, expecting the old man to pick his arm back up, but his eyes remained closed, his head stayed cocked back, and the backside of his hand continued to rest on my lap.


Fiction by Cara Albert

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