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no one breaks my heart quite like our nation’s health insurance policies.
by Julia Gaskill//| Poetryit’s not to say that I do not fraternize often with the act of putting myself in situations that want to make me cry – often – on the reg – yesterday I looked up all my exes on Instagram
Did You Know the People Who Lived Here Before?
by Janice Leadingham//| FictionIt was a year ago Sunday actually that the Ralfsons didn’t show at our weekly block party, and even though we thought it odd, we weren’t too concerned until late the following Tuesday, when we were all woken by the Ralfsons’ dogs…
Biosphere 2
by Carly Rae Zent//| PoetryWe are all dressed in red.
I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t in love.
The man who stands in the center
of the press photos. His brawny bald head,
his ability to do one hundred push ups,
his passion for horticulture.
Why Song of Songs Is No Longer Required Reading for Youth Group
by Thad DeVassie//| PoetryIt is reminiscent of late-night Cinemax. It is a telenovela, juicy parts only. The book is rightfully missing from children’s early reader versions. It is making the youth pastor blush.
Some Details
by Dizzy Zaba//| FictionKinga is 6 when she arrives in Newark, New Jersey. She pukes during the arduous trans-atlantic flight, and the motion sickness makes her forget her teddy bear on the plane.
They couldn’t understand why the rescue dog ran away
by Ewen Glass//| PoetrySure, 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//| PoetryJohn 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//| PoetryRoger 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