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October 1, 2013 |

Don Jon

Sean Kilpatrick

Did you know mites are accruing primo destinies beneath my fur? Their spit glues each lover I’ve loved deeper into the next. I am a different, lesser value cajoled of that saliva. The trophies I

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September 30, 2013 | Fiction

From The World Beneath the Light

Robert Kloss

You will forget by your fourth birthday these your shifting first memories—your father’s goats at their graze, their black tongues slathered across your face, the chickens prancing and clucking upon the dirt of the yard, the spare trembling grasses and the crazed droning song of the grasshoppers, their brown juices streaking the lines of your palm.

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance photo

September 28, 2013 |

Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance

Sam Price

I’ve been facing Sundays the same for a while now. The whole day feels like one of my quixotic childhood summers slamming shut. And, like that younger me full of dread, I’ve thrown off my sleep

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September 27, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Michael Schmeltzer

 

Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed a man.
It doesn’t matter.
On our third date I’ll order