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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...

Elliott Gish Fiction Literature

Good Boys

The house had been yellow once. Óscar could see the places where the paint had peeled back entirely from the wooden siding, leaving splintered patches of grey in its wake. Its scabby state was of a piece with its other features: the missing shingles, the lawn blistered with weeds, the black door...

Literature Myfanwy Williams Poetry

HERE ARE THE ASHES

“Here are the ashes. / The days are beautiful.” —Ann Lauterbach All being said, the fathers of my wild hypothesis live near that dandelion clock fountain. All clean now: even the station beggars have PayID and the strip clubs close before the sushi train. On the second floor of an Art Deco...