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May 17, 2011 Jennifer Milton 0

Just one glance, and it’s like whiskey steaming through my body. Lana, so close. I wait. I crouch by the violet in the setting sun. […]


April 12, 2011 Jennifer Milton 0

  In one of many cramped Brooklyn two-bedrooms on 16th Street, Maria and her parents are readying themselves for another day. Their apartment consists of […]

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October 4, 2010 John Kelly 0

The night after the race, I went to sleep with violent dreams. They crashed against my consciousness, dark waves against a lone lighthouse in the […]


October 4, 2010 Michael Natriello 0

What’s that smell? That’s where it all starts. Always. You sniff, and you need to know. Some do it better than others. Me, I do […]