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They couldn’t understand why the rescue dog ran away
by Ewen Glass//| PoemsSure, he had separation anxiety but they took him out with them whenever they could, and when they did leave him in the house on his own they always put the radio on.
Hulu Kevin
by Dave McNamara//| FictionHard to believe it’s been over a decade since I started using your password. I got it from our mutual friend Carie back when she and I were roommates.
The Democracy of Water
by Spencer Eckart//| PoemsJohn built an inflatable bridge. The hubris of it, the sheer audacity. I told him bad idea but telling John anything is like arguing with weather. We went to look.
I Didn’t Know Aphrodite Until We Sat Next To Each Other In History Class Sophomore Year
by Pam Avoledo//| FictionAphrodite comes over to my house every day after school. Aphrodite likes Euphoria. Aphrodite puts glitter under her eyes and imagines she’s with Nathan.
Three Poems
by RJ Equality Ingram//| PoemsRoger Rabbit carries his belongings in a bindle like a fool / He left the door to his wife’s apartment open as he walked through to Toon Town but turned towards his favorite juice joint for a celery & tomato shrub with carrot puree chasers
Cotton Candy
by Miklós Vámos//| FictionAt first glance, “Cotton Candy,” with its uncomplicated writing style, might seem like a simple little story. But as we read
Three Poems
by Adam Deutsch//| PoemsThe sun has an extra weight,
a hammer that falls like hurricane
when we make the sky quake
at least once per year. But now
The Hideaway
by Sarp Sozdinler//| FictionWhen my parents got divorced, my dad moved into a house three blocks away and left the shed in our backyard to rot. The kind of shed with cheap plywood walls, a warped door, and…
I May Leave
by Alicia Gee//| EssaysMum says that Don’s womanizing killed him, along with the smoking and the drinking. Fucking is good cardio, I tell her. I have a soft spot for infidelity. Dad tells the story of a family Christmas Eve party he attended when he was a child. My grandfather Don…
The Pool Pit
by Guy Cramer//| FictionI’d gotten a call a few days before my birthday, this was back when I was just tall enough to punch my dad in the belly button. I was in my room chewing a whole packet of gum when the phone rang, ten times. On the eleventh time Mom yelled “Oh let…