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September 27, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Precious Okoyomon

When was the assertion of blackness anything other than an interrogation.
I’m fat and black and queer in america _They don’t know what to do with me

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The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport photo

September 27, 2017 | Fiction

The Subtle Zeitgeist of Public Transport

Grayson Elorreaga

One summer morning, Lyle Condy was cycling down the steep, straight hill of Magdalene Road in the city of Cambridge. His bike had a bell in strict accordance with local ordinances regarding cycling. 

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn photo

September 26, 2017 |

Wow and Flutter #6: Shelley Coburn

Tyler Koshakow

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My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a startling way. "Death is just a figure of speech," I told her. Of course, at age

Raindance photo

September 25, 2017 | Fiction

Raindance

Reggie Mills

Months ago. Here it is me at the grocery getting flowers and deli meats and here’s the little boy with his face soft and fluffy and pink.