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March 25, 2016 | Poetry

Milk Poems

Emily Carney

I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...

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Two Poems photo

March 24, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Brennan Bestwick

I do not leave
the houses I’ve built, I carry the nails and raise

the walls around me

What We Did Not Lose in the Fire photo

March 23, 2016 | Fiction

What We Did Not Lose in the Fire

Ashlie Hyer

But this whole thing is wrong. Your hair is uneven around the edges where you cut it this morning. 

Boy Toy photo

March 21, 2016 | Fiction

Boy Toy

Sharma Shields

She wore a gold necklace that read “Boy Toy” and she stroked it lustily as she spoke. It was the 80s and everyone’s taste sucked.