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Epicaricacy by Mandira Pattnaik

March 22, 2021

Opening his eyes, the man would have seen only the distant light of a flickering bulb across the marsh, swaying madly to the violent autumnal winds.

Poetry

Redacted Love Letter, May 31st by Chloé Allyn

March 22, 2021

Can you / give a voice to a mind that doesn’t think in language? / Frances, how do words sound to you?

Fiction

Take Me Out by Sarah Perret-Goluboff

March 22, 2021

Carrie is dressed all in white, a visor peeking over her eyes, the band hidden behind waves of hair.

Poetry

A Process of Cleaning Out & Poem for Some Sort of Security by Loisa Fenichell

March 22, 2021

We have sat with grief all
this time.

Fiction

I (Palm Tree) Los Angeles by Lisa Beebe

March 22, 2021

By the time the polar bears finish their bath, the mousse is chilling in the fridge.

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Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
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Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.