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October 18, 2012 | Poetry

Three Poems

Joshua Helms

DREAM

Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are fine,
Boy says. There’s a rope suspended
between our bodies. Our

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White Scars photo

October 17, 2012 | Fiction

White Scars

Meghan Lamb

He had a broad scar that ran over the back of his kneecap. The skin was all shiny and soft, like white bread packaged in Saran Wrap.

Honest Abe & Emily Dickinson Goes for a Drive photo

October 17, 2012 | Fiction

Honest Abe & Emily Dickinson Goes for a Drive

Penny Anderson

Here’s a story. One night in the tedious plains of Colorado, Abraham Lincoln drove his Model T into an embankment...

The Other Bunny photo

October 15, 2012 | Nonfiction

The Other Bunny

Chantel Tattoli & Mai Ly Degnan

a short comic