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Three Poems by Richard Garcia

The History of White Anklets The first white anklets fell from the sky during the age of the dinosaurs. Nobody knew what they were because there was nobody to wonder. Dinosaurs poked at them with their snouts, but since they had never been worn, they had no scent. One anklet hung from a branch of the first primordial…

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The Prom by Joshua Rupp

Wake up. Don’t try to move. You’ve undergone exsanguination. Exsanguinated. It means the complete removal of blood from the body. Your blood’s been piped out and replaced with saline. Please don’t be that way. Pardon? Oh. Well, it’s for research. Of course. For the war effort. You’re actually in one of the nicer wards, I…

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Cease, Cows Made it a Whole Year!

Hello, CC lovers! Celebrations are important. And not just because they give people an excuse to eat cake, throw confetti around, and wear fake mustaches. Tomorrow marks our first anniversary, and boy, has this year been awesome. Like, tiny sprites prancing in the tulips awesome. And old-school Nintendo awesome. Yeah, that awesome. We’ve been through…

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Ping by Rachael Smart

I shouldn’t have told anyone about the dead man in my car. It was a preposterous shortfall on my part; I needed to learn to keep my mouth firmly shut. Honest to a fault, me. I don’t know how it’s got to me sleeping with the microwave either, but still. Steve’s livid that he had…

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Yellow by Nuala Ní Chonchúir

At the entrance, a woman hands each of us a net. When I imagined this moment, I saw us being given a single net. We would move as one, four hands on the handle, catching our baby together. “Twice the chance,” Rob hisses, snapping the net like a riding crop. Yes, I think, yes. Double…

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Two Poems by E.M. Schorb

The Careless Man and the Philosopher The careless man heard the philosopher and said, But you see you have a problem with your premise. No matter where you stand, everything you say comes from that direction. I could put you on the moon and get a different argument from you. And you, said the philosopher, where is what…

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Three Poems by Richard Garcia

Vowelville Arriving at last in Vowelville we were greeted by the Vole. At least he said that was his name. But Felsenfeld said to me later when we were at the Vowelville Motel, where we were the only guests, That man is not the Vole, the Mole, or even the Bole. It was all the same to me.…

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Final Girl by Richard Scott Larson

This is the part where she should start running, like the last girl alive in a horror movie. But she knows that no matter how fast she goes, the wrong person will always find her. This one isn’t necessarily unattractive, and he didn’t show up late, start the date with some lame joke, or kill…