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Loud Lake

By Mary Kenagy Mitchell Fiction

IT WAS AGAINST CAMP RULES to be out on the water before breakfast, but Pete guessed that his father would be secretly proud of him, and probably relieved too. In the east the sky was turning white, and the last stars were disappearing over the opposite shore. The sun would rise in half an hour,…

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The Soul

By Amanda Auerbach Poetry

Smoothed for gripping is not for resisting what would / you resist: wood of which you are made you must be / inside of:

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The Wolf Hour: The Cosmic Realism of Kathryn Davis

By Anthony Domestico Culture

Duplex isn’t a disenchanted world, where saints have been replaced by stonemasons. It’s not even a world where belief in the soul has been replaced by the fact of robots. It’s a hinged world, a duplex world, where the human and the cosmic, the soul and the stars, stand side by side.

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Sabbath

By Gabrielle Bates Poetry

It’s taken me / almost a decade to admit it: I miss. I’ve missed / feeding all my thoughts through that revolving blade / so thin it could only be felt.

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Invocation

By John Allen Taylor Poetry

Let me be clear: I desire you / as a body desires a body. As a fern / / bends toward the window, night & day.

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Aparture

By Chloe Garcia Roberts Essay

In ballet class they were always chiding us to not allow the difficulty of the act to be expressed in the hands… We girls were being taught the art of concealing art, ars est celare artem, the method wherein obfuscation becomes a weft to gird the warp of technique.

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