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July 8, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reflections and Insults

Robert Lopez

I didn’t turn around because I wasn’t entirely sure my name was being called and even so there was no one I wanted to talk to on the street in the middle of this particular Tuesday.

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July 7, 2021 | Fiction

Twice Shot

Michael Farfel

The first time I was shot I was fifteen and I deserved it. I broke into a run-down lurch, an ancient moonshiners' abandoned cabin in the forest.

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July 7, 2021 | Poetry

Two Poems

Daniel Duffy

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It’s 60 degrees in January so the birds have decided to just stick it out because who can afford the time-share anyway and the flowers bloom completely off-key like the conductor is drunk

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July 6, 2021 | Fiction

Milk

Mike Gillis

It had been a long frustrating day, but at least he was now bathing in a bowl of milk.