Nonfiction, VOLUME VII
Then and There
The Grass is Never Greener, Vinnie Hagar Mom used to tell me kindness is always the answer. At my Lutheran Elementary school we used to watch videos of starving children in…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIOld Dog Can Almost Hear the Worms Sigh
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho When Vera had got litters before she had been in the woods and she had made little canopies out of leaves with her snout keep…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISeed-Pod-Head
The Battle of Antietam in Technicolor, Alexandra Moleski I shaved the back of my head on a whim at 2 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was a gap between classes.…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIThe Bones of St. Valentine
Untitled, Jessica Ram I walked through a church with an unholy mouth gazed upon this love ghost, this dead thing with sacrilegious eyes (they were looking for God, they were…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIFragile Bones
ano nakikita Mo?, harana 1948 Scientist Alfred Kinsey concludes that 37% of men have enjoyed homosexual activities at least once. 2002 – 54 years later – In the third grade,…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIclenched fist and honeycomb
World’s Finest, Chloe Hiu See Tsang my girl sits in the garden like eve on her knees and i bite her shoulders in the milk white dusk leaving half cleaved…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA Boy
Illuminated, Ava Fojtik Popped off my knees like bottle caps & became a boy Daddy crushed Diet Coke cans & I became a boy hands goldfished in the creek—colorful…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISomewhere My Father
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta the first time i heard cicadas, singing to one another in the dark canopy of trees i thought it was my father snoring, the…
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Fiction, VOLUME VII
Fridge Magnets
The Grass is Never Greener, Vinnie Hagar I start with the IKEA bookshelf I bought to display the volumes of Vonnegut and Fitzgerald and Nabokov that my brother gave me when…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIGirl on Girl on Fire
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman On fire I’m unfuckable, I’m war bridegroom, the knife piloting the wound. I’m the eye bleeding sight. The screen scabbing over me, the camera angled for…