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February 7, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Matthew Mahaney

Fishhooks the size of anchors have started falling from the sky. It’s happening two or three times a week...

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Cassidy photo

February 6, 2013 | Fiction

Cassidy

Evelyn Hampton

At night the air waits for Cassidy the way it does for a fuse to free its load. Then the great burst air gets to be, the blues and pinks and falling greens of fleurs-de-lis the stars might have

Empty Handed Year photo

February 5, 2013 | Fiction

Empty Handed Year

Brian Carr

The first time I fingered a girl, I messed it up. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time. It happened on a Friday night, at a playground. There were four of us there. Two girls, two boys. It was a very open thing. The girl who I fingered said she’d let me try, and we sent our friends to the basketball court to wait for us. 

Review of Grape Stomping photo

February 4, 2013 |

Review of Grape Stomping

Jessica Vozel

We won’t drink the juice and we won’t make wine with it.  Because, well, feet. But the secret none of us shares is the fairground sun has emptied our heads of moisture—the secret is, we are all