We are proud to present

 Issue Fourteen

of No Contact

Never Little, Never Grown
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Never Little, Never Grown

by Brian Evenson

Being able to decide meant he could sometimes be fast, sometimes slow. He could move more quickly through the barren parts, then slower in places where there was something to see.

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Don’s Volcano
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Don’s Volcano

by Lincoln Michel

A small volcano appeared in Don’s backyard. It was about the size of a garden gnome.

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We Are All Orphans
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We Are All Orphans

by Cathy Ulrich

In the universe where the potato peelers are haunted, we are all orphans.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Michael Chang

I’ve been thinking abt my book cover,

how advised it would be to use the color scheme of a failed airline

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Matt’s Basement
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Matt’s Basement

by Leonora Desar

I ask Matt if we can move into his basement. Technically, it's his father's basement. Technically, Matt still lives in it.

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Understanding Taco Nun
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Understanding Taco Nun

by Al Kratz

If Rockwell had captured the American dream, and Taco Nun had captured Rockwell, then the logic was right in front of our faces: the American Dream had turned to shit.

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The Student
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The Student

by Benjamin Pfeiffer

“Exposure is good for a writer your age,” the mediocrity said. “Gets the pump primed.”

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Masterclass Testimonials
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Masterclass Testimonials

by Tyler Barton

One man said he was seeing God, and I thought—because he was speaking to camera—he meant me.

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Two Poems
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Two Poems

by Sidney Wollmuth

I guess when I say sex,

I’m saying dirt

under my fingernails

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The Tomato
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The Tomato

by Emily Woodworth

Is it possible that I am the culprit? Could I have purchased a single tomato myself, placed it here on this table in grand estate, and have no memory of such actions?

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Obrigada
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Obrigada

by Marilyn Duarte

On the rowdy streets of Lisbon’s Bairro Alto, tourists sing loudly, and sway like the droopy streamers hanging above them, connecting from one tiled building’s façade to another.

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Jesus is Lord Over Lenawee County
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Jesus is Lord Over Lenawee County

by Nathaniel Berry

When the Heaven’s Gate cult killed themselves en masse in 1997, they sent their taped suicide letter to Strawcutter, the host of their favorite radio show.

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