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By Mathew Goldberg The Private has been working the gate a week. “Better you than us,” his buddies tell him.

By Joshua Shaw Someone calls Parks and Wildlife about a rampaging bear. “You want it, Hopewell?” Sullivan asks. “Rampaging?” “Maybe

By Patrycja Humienik i wake awash in petals, poppy, cold-blooded belly on the ground witness to a voice kicked up

By Divyasri Krishnan Divyasri Krishnan is a writer and student from Massachusetts. Her work has been published in

By Sara Sturek You were looking for a glimpse of god and I was looking at the rats running across

By Despy Boutris There’s more to do even on Mars than in this tiny town. This I realized young—the same

By Michelle Morouse History class smells like track shoes and a clash of colognes, with an undersmell of thirty-year old

By Brett Biebel Maybe three years after the divorce came through, I asked Gloria if she ever thought about getting

By Gabriella R. Tallmadge It begins, this sprawl. We unwrap from ourselves for the uprush, this ripe haw. Low on