Poetry, Volume VIII
Bad Things
Sweet Dreams, Hannah Elizabeth High The helicopter noise your car makes when you open the windows on the highway, The static on the radio, The ringing in your ears. Your…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIwashington, d.c.
Flickering Strings of Love, Paul Knight i see the guiding vision warping, changing “we stand in solidarity with sex workers’ rights movements” becomes “we stand in solidarity with all those…
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Fiction, Volume VIIIRue du Chameau
Golgi, Soren Carlson-Donohue “Don’t slouch, Gazelle, you look like an alley cat.” Sister’s chidings are lost on me now as I sit on our steps. Her steps. My steps now.…
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Nonfiction, Volume VIIIBreathless
Do You See It, Mommy?, Hannah Elizabeth High I. Back then we were just bodies. We would watch Cosmos on Netflix and wrestle on the couch, knocking over empty beer…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIfor the time i saw Marsha P. Johnson at the Stonewall Inn on a visit to new york city
Blue, Linnea Shurig surely not the ghost of your body inflated with the hudson like an old mylar balloon the kind a child begs for and then abandons to wander through…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIBhooth
The Japanese House, Effie Jia They pick marrow from their teeth With calloused fingers and fish bones Outside because the sweet night air and smoke from the street vendor’s…
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Nonfiction, Volume VIIIJohnny, Satan, and Various Georgias
After the Impact, Sarena Pollock Walking up to the house had been strange, perhaps even suspicious. The building was a two-story monument to the cotton-picking genocide of days supposedly gone…
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Fiction, Volume VIIIHide and Seek
Moving Forward, Brittany Lenze The day Summer disappeared, you were at home, feverish and ready for the phone to ring. You’d been waiting for that phone call all morning, hovering moth-like…
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Nonfiction, Volume VIIIWho’s this Clown?
All for One, Ella Van Haren “What’s something you like about yourself?” My counselor sat across from me in her office, leaning in so far her brunette bob pitched into…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIEverything Must Go
Little Architect, Natasha Hirt as is tradition for the women / of my blood, / I shop too much. will sacrifice / a paycheck like a lamb for the chance…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIshame is a screen door swinging violently shut
Cellular Hierarchies, Effie Jia i’ve heard about the man who eats boys in the backseat of cars—we all have, learned to fear him, the weeping pustule. i didn’t think i’d…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIRipples
Light and Dark, Grace Long now der’s clothes to wash and suppa to fix the missus want it all done quick she hate my black ass cus when i walk in…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIasexual dysphoria waltz
Disrupted Cannon, Colleen Simmons i wanted to be a slow dancer. then i wanted not to move my body at all. not even a ghost in upbeat funeral dirge should…
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Nonfiction, Volume VIIIVanilla
Pins and Needles, Kamron Williams In 1987, my mommy and papi met through God. My mommy was seventeen, spreading the love of Jesus Christ in Chapopote, a remote village on the…
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Fiction, Volume VIIIKaieteur
On the Edge of the Falls, Sarah Moore Some things I’m afraid of: that the burglars have taken the DVD player but not the VCR, climate change, a library book…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIThese Sheets and Hollows Are the Truest Things I Know
Comfortable, Jihyea Jang rotten peaches, over ripe plums, …