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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 …
Poetry
Minecrafting in My Daughter’s World by Daniel Flosi
She tells me how she discovered the zombie spawner in her chest. Says it’s better to create & keep them than to encounter one in the liver-dark blindness of forests.
Fiction
The Leaving and the Left Behind by Jad Josey
He turned my palm skyward and pressed the key there, closing my fingers over the black plastic fob.
