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March 9, 2020 | Poetry

HOLD ME OVER THIS BOILING CAULDRON BUT PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN

Kimberly Ann Southwick

I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for him. we walked into the woods

behind the wintered swim club where the swan babies
held their bonfires. I was

HOLD ME OVER THIS BOILING CAULDRON BUT PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN photo
Goodbye Big Red photo

March 6, 2020 | Nonfiction

Goodbye Big Red

Paul Hansen

If I’m going to be honest, my life has been running at something of a parallel to Husker Football for the last ten years, over which time I’ve tried to hack it as a musician, restaurateur, and writer.

Getting Clean photo

March 6, 2020 | Fiction

Getting Clean

Elizabeth Droppers

Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch. Even when there wasn’t a swish of water lodged within, she loved

“Who’s in the barn, what’s he doing in there, is it even his barn?” photo

March 5, 2020 | Interview

“Who’s in the barn, what’s he doing in there, is it even his barn?”

Nick Farriella

A Flash Book Review of ‘50 Barn Poems’ and Brief Interview with Zac Smith