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Sketchpad
“And Just Like That . . . ,” the Lost Season
Plotlines we’ll never see: Carrie grapples with shoe tariffs, and Miranda moves into the sewers.
By Emily Flake
Shouts & Murmurs
Skateboarding Into Middle Age
As I approach forty, I have fewer and fewer memories of being a child. It is enough that the body remembers.
By Navied Mahdavian
Poems
“I Was a First Alto in the 1980s”
“I used to sit for hours / at an electric typewriter. / I remember well its hum.”
By Deborah Garrison
Sketchpad
New Coins in the Crypto Reserve
Forget gold. Time to stock up on Eggcoin (very valuable) and Scamcoin (not a scam).
By Liana Finck
Shouts & Murmurs
America!: Gardening with Stephen Miller
Those filthy, degenerate daisies have grown back.
By Ali Fitzgerald
Shouts & Murmurs
Date Ideas for Couples in Long-Term Relationships
Go about your normal evening, but with a candle lit.
By McKayley Gourley
Poems
“Suburban Divorcée”
“Mowing the lawn, it’s revealed, is not the torture / it once appeared as the loved one tore through // the yard in heated fury.”
By Cate Marvin
Poems
“The Eulogy I Didn’t Give (I)”
“My ambition to be done with ambition / suffered a setback at my father’s funeral.”
By Bob Hicok
Poems
“O separation”
“You mysterious cruel hand, / you cold dropped and not-yet-dropped rain.”
By Raymond Antrobus
Shouts & Murmurs
Why I’m Actually Inviting You to My Party
This won’t be fun, but it will be expensive.
By Jennie Egerdie
Humor
The Worst City to Find Love Is Wherever You, Yes You, Live
Several factors were examined to determine that you are the epicenter of a phenomenon that swallows up the possibility of romantic love like a black hole sucking in light.
By Zoe Pearl