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Pyramid Scheme by Hera Lindsay Bird
…. but i would pay taxbecause i believe that hospitals and educationand the arts should be publicly fundedeven this poemwhen i look at you, my eyes are two identical neighborhood…
I’m an Award-Winning Short Story Writer and I Don’t Know What I’m Doing Either
What I’d forgotten: the way I could hold a short story in my head for the entire composition of it, how the first mysterious intimations — a sentence, an image, an exchange…
Nothing Happened in 1999
this poem makes me think about how every year in the history of the world is a pivotal year and how quickly we forget all the monumental things that happen…
Take Pills and Wait for Hips | Anya DeNiro
There are boulders of grief flying off your shoulders.
Flowertongue
Ames knew men who, rather than break their own trail in a hunt, followed another hunter and took that man’s discoveries as his own.
Japan’s Prisons Are a Haven for Elderly Women
“Prison is an oasis for me—a place for relaxation and comfort. I don’t have freedom here, but I have nothing to worry about, either. There are many people to talk…
Dulce et Decorum Est
By Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our…
The Future of Work: The Farm, by Charlie Jane Anders
Once, The Daily Argus had fact-checkers, copy editors, legal advisers. Those people are gone now, and in their place there’s the Farm.