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May 20, 2021 | Fiction

Them Bones

CK Kane

“Mom, if I was born a boy,”

“Like you were supposed to be,” without a tinge of playfulness as she scanned the bar cart in the living room for her preferred drink. She resembled a mannequin and had

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In Bristol photo

May 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

In Bristol

Mary Portser

Conscious of your eyes on me, but unwilling to let you derail my mission, I whispered to myself, “You’ve ungently, Brutus…”

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May 19, 2021 | Poetry

Rebuttal

Simone Muench and Jackie K. White

 

Against the grinding fever of suppressed 
song, against a muzzle’s searing, sound 
is a muscle.                 The body’s rebuttal, 

a kind of clamoring                             
held

Seven Years photo

May 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Seven Years

Brecca Smith

We go from ecstatic to great to good to therapy. I go to bed numb and wake up furious. I leave you for the couch every night. Is year seven always like this? When Marilyn Monroe makes a movie about