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Three Climbs

By Sam Grieve Honeymouth The first climb he suggests starts on the Pipe Track. She meets him near the lower cable station. This is before the cable car is redone, before the city reintroduces itself to the world. The old cable car is a rectangular, white box. A thousand feet…

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A Blue, Purple Dusk

by Kayla Miller “What’s the matter, baby?” He taunts, slowly prowling the living room. He’s a jungle panther with metal claws ready to slice open my jugular, and he’ll try anything to wrench out my heart since I’ll never give it to him. My brown, yellow sun-face peeks over the…

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When the Sun Sets

by Kayla Miller “Don’t remember me,” I said to each of them, “I surely won’t remember you.” But I lied. My life as a tumbleweed left no space, even in a deserted place, for people like them. They flowed together like waterfalls but their vessels never strayed from a permanent…

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The Rift

by Kayla M. Miller Although wicked is, may never wicked stay. Although the damp dark steals away light’s gradient— Like a protruding sack of liquid birth— It tears through onward to the North glamoured night. Prophets rain down and swoon over life. Mist eyes and detach ears, For those that know…

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