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Fiction Katherine DeCoste Literature

The Regular Protocol

Frank is concerned that the drugs I have to take to induce lactation will make me want to kill myself again, but on the warm June afternoon when I fill the domperidone prescription at Pharmasave, I find it hard to imagine. I keep telling people I don’t eat at McDonald’s anymore but we thought this...

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Literature Poetry Tea Gerbeza

Fridays With B

for Sarah We begin at the wicker lounge chair, B’s first big tooth cutting, but grin goofy she walks me to the kitchen & back, steps unsteady round & round her dimpled knuckles squeeze my finger while you drink the care I brought: a medium Chai latte. On Fridays, we start water for tea...

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Benjamin Johnson Fiction Literature

The Hex Boys

[FIRST SCENE – SUMMONING] The livestream focuses on four hot gays, the Hex Boys, standing on a cliff overlooking the roiling sea: 1. Ciaran St. Clair The charismatic one; cropped hair, dark skin, tapered jaw; leather jacket with pockets hiding his hands, each finger sporting one or two silver rings...

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Literature Nation Makes Poetry

Thirty Years of Transition

the sky was a surprise today each time I considered it (1) an army of puffballs marching across a river, (2) cotton ringlets sprung open in the currents of a lagoon, (3) the bruised eye socket of a storm swirling its empty threats the sun winking still behind the hill each of my best dogs let...

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E. S. Taillon Literature Poetry

The voice carries

Keep above the waterline of breath. The level rises, recedes, the gravitational pull of it, a border contouring the bones of the face, soft chambers of the throat. Fluids have their own willfulness too holy to constrain. We say that there’s a gurgle in the chambers of the heart, or a murmur. The...

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Literature Micah Favel Poetry

The First Snowfall After We Parted

There was a time when the world, as I came to understand it, held its breath. I took those years and bloomed into you. Like a pale rider, a searching cold reached through the city and drew away any powers of spinning old into new. Every flake of snow seemed to whisper You will never be still. I was...

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Ambrose Albert Joins Plenitude as Associate Prose Editor

Plenitude Magazine is excited to announce another new editor! Join us in welcoming Ambrose Albert as one of our new Associate Prose Editors, alongside Joelle Kidd. We couldn’t be luckier! Ambrose has previously been published in Plenitude, you can check out his poems “witchbride”...

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