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July 29, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sheila Squillante

Instead I see embroidery, lace-making or metallurgy, fine filigree of rusting swing set against wood, the vertical birdfeeders foregrounded, but so close my eye misses them at first. I don’t know what to call this world anymore.

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He Knows photo

July 28, 2014 | Fiction

He Knows

Heath Wilcock

We all laugh, hard, and keep reaching for more laughter deep in our heavenly bodies because it distracts us from thinking the same thing: God is slipping.

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July 25, 2014 | Fiction

Dating a Somnambulist

Kate Folk

One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest

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July 24, 2014 |

Indian Lunch Buffet

Jared T. Fischer

Mmm... I want ILB.