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November 11, 2019 | Fiction

A Temporary Addiction

Michael Don

I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain. 

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three poems photo

November 8, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Marcy Rae Henry

seeds

when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume... more

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November 7, 2019 | My First..., Nonfiction

The Comet

Dan Higgins

I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”

 

Seasick photo

November 6, 2019 | Nonfiction

Seasick

Christina Kapp

What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise.