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November 26, 2019 | Fiction

Extract from 'Dead Parents'

Gabriel Smith

When the estate agent arrived I was asleep. I thought about not letting them in. They knocked on the door three times. But I knew that my brother would be pissed if I did not let them in. So I went downstairs and opened the door.

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November 25, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Jenny Mary Brown

Silos and Lip Gloss

We lie on the floor of your living room.
You push up to your elbow and stretch your legs.

I, on my stomach, breathe deep into hard wood.
Blissed out like teens we are drunk

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November 22, 2019 | Fiction

First Communion

Lauren Sarazen

Avez-vous trouvé tout ce que vous cherchez? the checker asks.

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November 22, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Yvonne Amey

The Years Dad Blamed the Breeze

Some nights I imagine Dad as the lift in a shoe or wing of a plane—
his wisdom packed with imaginary insight:   
all shadows have eyes,he'd say, stoking the embers