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Sarah “Kitty” McLeod-Martinez is an artist who can usually be found where she works: Powell’s City of Books in Portland, Oregon. When she’s not there or arting, she is probably hanging out with her wife or girlfriend, or trying to figure out which cord her cat has recently chewed through.Continue Reading

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Eyepatch I have a lack of sight Upon my eye of right My lass knows this So on my left she’ll kiss Her lover just out of spite   Peg Leg There once was a captain named Stark Though Eileen was her nom de lark She limped, she waddled CauseContinue Reading

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      Oaktea has always been in love with every aspect of a book–from the design to its contents, everything contributes to the experience. She started making comics for the all-in-one art and words combination, and eventually started working in bookstores to feed her voracious habit, as well asContinue Reading

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Little stars we add to our puddings. Little motifs metallic on our tongues. We ask ourselves, do we ever need them? But without waiting for the answer, we get to the serious business of eating the whole galaxy up. The moon and the sun are not invaded yet in thisContinue Reading

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I Need You Like I Need a Hole in the Sky There was suddenly a blackout ripped in the sky. I asked into it, What do you feel inside? The mouth about its hole crackled electricity. The clouds were afraid of it, the sky was afraid of it. I seeContinue Reading

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Illustrations by Jowhara Mohammed The world stood still around Anya. and the cold numbness she feared overcame her as she saw Adrian ride toward her. She could barely feel Luca’s protective grip on her or hear Julia’s shouts as she ran to them. This can’t be happening, she thought. PanicContinue Reading

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one There I was, fat, dumb and happy. A three-legged stool. A glint on the horizon demanded my attention, then it was gone. My leg. Gone! The southwestern one. Involuntarily, I reeled back, northeast. I wobbled slightly, then somehow achieved a precarious balance on my remaining two legs. I surveyedContinue Reading

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We sink into the water. It’s the closest thing to making love in outer space,   which in turn, I understand, is the closest thing to one of the ancient gods   chuckling at the divine and ancient equivalence of a firefly.   We join the jellyfish club, and sixContinue Reading

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There has never been a connection so strong as was the bond between the Moon and the Wolf. The Wolf, by day a man bored and lifeless, became his true self at night within the glow of its love. There were many days when he could feel its lingering presenceContinue Reading