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May 17, 2019 | Poetry

Anyway, that was the saddest part

Sarah Bates

I often confuse the dead horses
for trees. I say things like termites

care about the weather, or dark stars
will always find their way to empty

rooms. Anyway, the dead horses are real,        

Anyway, that was the saddest part photo
A Five Pound Duck photo

May 17, 2019 | Fiction

A Five Pound Duck

P.J. McCain

About earlier, he had started to say —

— is that all you can think about, your duck?

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Tuesday, April 1 photo

May 16, 2019 |

Dispatches from the Treehouse: Tuesday, April 1

Joseph Horton

We’re in line for beer and a guy in a Yankees hat turns to Tim, looks him up and down in his BoSoxery, and asks if he can buy his beers for half-price on our badge.
“Only if you say the Yankees suck,” Tim says.

Making Contact photo

May 16, 2019 | Nonfiction

Making Contact

Lori Horvitz

What I do know: Janet Wellington made eye contact with me in the YMCA pool. I also never had a chance to look my mother in the eye and say goodbye.