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November 5, 2014 | Nonfiction

Transit (1986)

Debra Monroe

I towed my worldly goods to a remote plot with real snakes in the grass, real primroses near pathways, and I wasn’t a tisket-a-tasket girl running errands but an adult with a narrow skill set that had sent me toward serial opportunities, jobs, my career not careering but ascendant as I checked off items on widely circulated how-to lists, but no one could tell me how to succeed at love. 

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November 4, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Karissa Morton

HOMILY

In a world this red & watery, I have no choice but to be a wild animal waiting to be killed.  These laddered roses stacked atop my chest, all these decisions filled with blood.  My

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November 4, 2014 | Fiction

Hold On

Steve Karas

Ethan’s virtual shrink said this would be good for him. It’s his first time in a human touch center, even though they’ve been popping up across America since the late 2030s. A place to feel

Plotlines from TV’s The Sopranos Re-Interpreted by Lydia Davis photo

November 3, 2014 | Fiction

Plotlines from TV’s The Sopranos Re-Interpreted by Lydia Davis

Christian Hayden

The Mortadella

Sometimes when my husband and I argue he eats mortadella from the refrigerator.  Other times he does not.

 

Rubenesque

There is a term for women of my wife’s size, a