Benevolence, Georgia

Persephone, Esther Tang     When I think about 1945, I think about peaches. Sweet and fuzzy with a fat, brown pit smack in the center. I remember biting into a fresh May peach from the backyard when my mother ran…

Categories: Poetry, VOLUME V

Graffiti in the Library

Chalkboard, Brendan Hunt     The graffiti scribbled into the desks of the library intone different levels of cryptic messages. Suck a dick! well that one’s clear.   A more delicate hand chides me to Be mindful! and adds diagrams: happily welling from a lumpy…

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Voltage

Lettuce Hug, Christina Guzman [Trigger Warning: depictions of alcohol consumption] Ivy turned the living room lamp off and back on again for the eleventh time when Hal finally looked up from his book. “Should I read somewhere else?” he said. The…

Categories: VOLUME IV

The Newly-Minted Dyke

War is Over, Ernest Volynec     For what we knew to be our second date We went to go see some spoken word poet the campus had brought in. For the most part, she talked about the female experience and…

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Metastasis

Blue, Linnea Schurig     Dana Scully had copper hair and wasn’t afraid of God or strangeness, but Gillian Anderson’s hair is blonde so maybe I’m not really sure who it is that I love. I can make a list that…

Categories: Poetry, VOLUME IV