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WHEN THE WRITER TRIES TO MAKE NUMBNESS HUMANE by T.R. San
Terribly alone in my hope I weep, unaware that hope itself is a product / Of a life …
Fiction
Poky’s Levitating Grandmother by Jonathan Baker
The first time Poky Jernigan told me about his levitating grandma, I thought he was full of shit.
Leshko’s: Cold Pierogies, Warm Beer, Wish You Were Here by Deborah Johnstone
In a small, dilapidated kitchen, Harry – the lone cook – wrestles with the challenge of non-stop food preparation.
