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June 23, 2016 | Fiction

Chicharones

Herve Comeau

She has a pliant diction, and always after speaking to her mother her accent takes on the squished together sing-song of Spanish. When I ask her who it was on the phone she says, “My mother,”

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June 22, 2016 | Fiction

Reliable 

Acquanetta M. Sproule

I call him “Morty” and he’s one of my most consistent companions.

Each morning when I wake, he whispers:  “Today, you die.”

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June 22, 2016 | Fiction

People Resent You For It

Ardith Bravenec

Look, you smile too much or too little, both at the wrong times, and people don’t like you.  

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June 21, 2016 | Poetry

5 Poems

Hanna Mangold

Yellow 1 & 2

I will no longer keep you; I will remember you yellow

you have a beautiful yellow
ache, a scarf made of heavy eyelashes.
I keep you tucked in my backpack among
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