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On White Oak Canyon || John Benevelli

February 19, 2021

I often hike the west ridge of White Oak Canyon alone, though everyone says I shouldn’t. By the slow push of wind and rain, that slope of stones is the only way nowto reach the upper falls,where decades ago we’d make love for hours to the

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The Church of the Ordinary || Jesse Millner

May 25, 2020

I want the cure for ordinary days. Once I searched for it in a bottle, drank my way to oblivion but always woke up where I’d begun, hung-over, scraping for seeds in the bird feeder like all the other

Featured Nonfiction

He Says There Will Be Fire || Jessica Ripka

February 5, 2020

He says there will be fire. Tongues of fire raining down from heaven. He says this into a microphone – nearly spitting – while pacing the same stretch of stained carpet. I am ten

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Silent Flight || Jared Crain

February 5, 2020

Gill sat in his rolling leather chair and leaned against his sturdy desk late in the night; perhaps early in the morning would be a more accurate assertion. The sun had long since ebbed beneath the horizon, and Gill’s

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Wet Spokes on a Hill || Alexia Schou

May 30, 2019

The waiter was the last man to leave the restaurant. He was an unattractive man. Tall, slim, and vastly angular in his black and white uniform, he lived alone in an apartment now that his father had died. It

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Blue Ridge Orinthology || Gerald Sheridan

January 29, 2019

i. Jagged peaks ripping into the horizon was what I witnessed as we sped down I-8, cutting through the middle of the state that is only for lovers. Signs for this cavern and that cavern, each proclaiming the biggest

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On White Oak Canyon || John Benevelli

The Church of the Ordinary || Jesse Millner

He Says There Will Be Fire || Jessica Ripka

Silent Flight || Jared Crain

Wet Spokes on a Hill || Alexia Schou

Blue Ridge Orinthology || Gerald Sheridan

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