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November 21, 2012 | Fiction

All God's Children

Tawnysha Greene

On the day we come with Daddy down the mountain, Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies. Heads with black eyes, bodies curled, hands in mouths, a blue cord running from their bellies to somewhere off the page.

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American Thrift Store: Photo Essay  photo

November 20, 2012 | Nonfiction

American Thrift Store: Photo Essay 

Aaron Gilbreath

Here in the US, it’s often said that the best way to experience the so-called “real” America is to visit small towns. Right along Main Street, sipping low-grade Arabica bean coffee at the counter

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November 20, 2012 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chris Mink

Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...

Husbands, Wives, Husbands, Children, and Wives photo

November 19, 2012 | Fiction

Husbands, Wives, Husbands, Children, and Wives

Beau Golwitzer

A tiny husband lay in a pool of blood beneath him.