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I Want

Becca Kruger

To soak –
in bathtub, in dish soap.
To marinate.
Remember –
one must be tender
before ...  [+]

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Short Fiction

Quarantined Bonds

Peter Jaskiewicz

The morning rain was loud, and it took away the light. As much as I wanted to head out, I couldn’t. But the weather wasn’t the only thing keeping me inside. Our world was under attack by a virus ...  [+]

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Short Fiction

Brows

Akosua Amoabeng

I’m blind. I lied. I want a do-over.
Yeah, it’s all true.
“Dude, how are we going to finish our dance?” my partner Jake screams as we pace backstage.
“Shush, I don’t know! And at least pick ...  [+]

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Creative Nonfiction

Hearth

Niels Turley

Stretched out between the living room and the kitchen, straddling the fuzzy carpet and cold tile, lies the warm spot—a vent affectionately named for its delightful puff onto a child’s cold toes. I say ...  [+]

Short Fiction

He Who Last Saw Raphael

Miquela Berge

He was mine and mine alone, Dorian thought to himself. The "Portrait of a Young Man" and me. The man in the painting adorned a black beret, dark hair, and an opulent fur coat. Not so bad looking for a ...  [+]

Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

The Season of the Moth

Collin Leslie

A dark grey weight pulled down on the city, washing out the color and light. The air was dry, and a suffocating heat wafted between the buildings and over the streets. A reminder that beyond the ashen ...  [+]

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