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March 4, 2016 | Fiction

They Also Use Tools, and Are Capable of Making Plans

Juliana Gray

Look at those fucking crows, Mona said.  She and Dan and I were sitting on our porch, drinking vodka tonics and staring at the view, which was pretty good with the sun going down and the corn in the field between our two houses almost ripe and ready to harvest. 

They Also Use Tools, and Are Capable of Making Plans photo
Little Girls photo

March 4, 2016 | Nonfiction

Little Girls

Zhanna Slor

It’s 2006, I’m nineteen, and I have a part-time job with my uncle engraving portraits into tombstones. 

My Old Friend Lou photo

March 3, 2016 | Poetry

My Old Friend Lou

Milton P. Ehrlich

Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.

Between the Lines photo

March 2, 2016 | Fiction

Between the Lines

Denise Milstein

He was riding down the street like you, contramano, and the image came of you on your bike, and I wished for the dream of the flying bicycle to return, the one where I find you again.