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Issue 268
I’m the smallest in my mischief and afraid of my own shadow. When I feel a mighty roar inside, I open my mouth and my words come out sounding like meaningless chirps and squeaks, even to me. From...
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After ten years of publishing beautiful words from a diverse collection of writers, poets, and essayists, Crack the Spine is closing to new submissions indefinitely. But before we go, we wanted to...
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