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As plague epidemics ravage the cities of the near future, a border-hopping medic gets tagged as a potential terror threat {read}
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I hated my job, and the longer I remained at that workplace, the more I could feel my identity becoming warped by it; the edges of my personality being steadily…
If you’ve been online in the past few months, you’ve probably seen ads for American Dirt, Jeanine Cummins’ heavily promoted new novel about Mexican-American immigration. The book was loftily blurbed…
By Susan Sontag November 16, 1986 my gynecologist says that everyone is at risk, everyone who has a sexual life, because sexuality is a chain that links each of us…
Joseph’s only deviation from regulation minimalism is an illicit second bicycle… until he meets Alyssa, a dumpster-diving, live-streaming, crowd-funded wanderer. Award-winning author Jen Knox hails from Ohio, and her work…