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November 18, 2019 | Fiction

I Think We're Alone Now

Sionnain Buckley

Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.

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November 18, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Samantha DeFlitch

Macy’s Closeout... more

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November 15, 2019 | Fiction

Fulcrum

Devin Jacobsen

I forget how many jobs I got let go from and how many houses picked me up, sheets and everything, and dumped me around the corner until some other work, some other roof overhead, seemed to gather me up and dropped me hence. 

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November 14, 2019 | Fiction

The Census

Sam Price

And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.