Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 10
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 9
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 8
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 7
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 6
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 5
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 4
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 3
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 2
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 1
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In Memory of Atlas Moon
Marisa Barnard
6502 , Quinn Keck When I was seven years old, I looked out upon a graveyard and read each name written in marble letters. To my horror, I realized I did not know a single one of them. A name on a stone, the only trace of a human that once lived. Someday, I thought,…
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Swimming Lessons
Claire Doll
Baptism, Mia Silvan-Grau I watch my tears trickle into the river. They fit right in, running with the current, salting the summer air, adding to the flow of water coursing forward. There’s something beautiful about that, and if I weren’t crying, I would probably appreciate it more. Above me, the sky stretches for miles. Momma…
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Oceanic Oracle
Summer Hagan
Drum Heads, Kalen Keir after My Octopus Teacher sensesdilate opento a dense depthunknown. assuming a glimmerof indigo, I dance weightless, no bones.a light-patterned seafloor: my personalshow. the semelparous loss who lent me life, youwouldn’t know, as I straddle my assailant to a silver- lined shore. i’ve not enough tentacles to tally my predators. their proportions, overshadowing my den, pervade…
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American
Juan Ortega
Old Man Feeding Birds, Daniel Mrotek What makes an American?Is it the men and women who spend daysworking under the sun, with nothing but a water bottle,whose fingers are blistered and hard with a pain in their back? Their arms growing tired, from carryinga bucket of chiles that’s worth less than a dollar. They close their eyes…
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Orare por ti (I will pray for you)
Juan Ortega
Morning Prayer, Jenny Brum Que dios te perdone y cambie tu menteFor something I am, that I did not chooseAdan y Eva, hombre y mujer es lo que es simplementeI won’t move, please just change your views. Tu eres hombre y casaras con una mujerI am myself, my love life you will not dictateTu no sabes…
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Staring at My Bookshelf
Angela Vodola
Afternoon Tea, Ericka Veliz Sun and moon switch places.I’ve aged, and so have you.Years went by like minutes,as they always seem to do. The open window leaks poison.The foul wind won’t retreat.Air turns bitter with western ash.I breathe it insignificantly. Dried flowers lose full colors.Ancient words lose meaning.I’ve been staring at my bookshelf,never living, only…
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Red Snow
Hobson Wadsworth
Ripped, Breanne Sparta Red snow. School was out for red snow. We were just asleep last night, and out of nowhere, like a late Christmas present, the red snow was everywhere. Me and Dad looked outside at the few people who’d been willing to step out of the comfort and safe normality of their homes.…
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Radium Girls
Gwydion Miller
Geraldine, Tara Piscatelli I’m thinking about those girls again— the ones who painted watch faces to glow in the dark tapering radium-tipped paintbrushes with their lips. Some of them, the creative ones, thought a touch of workplace theft to be a small…
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Scarecrow
Chelsea Anderson
Untitled, Jenny Nguyen The freezing plastic shovel bends at the handle as it penetrates bright red snow. It screeches loudly as it scrapes pale pink matter off the road. He flings it into the woods he covers it in fresh snow he buries you, the pieces of you the ambulance couldn’t carry away. Starving animals …
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離開是為了回來—A CANTONESE LOVE SONG
Ethan Luk
Volatile, Anna Koeferl The house is on fire,And I’m not leaving yet. I’m not going to save the cat lying next to the split star fruit.Or the two origami cranes on the banister. I’m not going to save you, either. For you look most untouchable Asleep: body embalmed in the crocheted blanket. Outside, your flannel is…
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To the Zombie at the Intersection of Starbucks and Dollar Tree
Alexis Noe Ocegueda
Afterparty 2, Mandi Vivacqua No, not the one drowned in rainbows of paint and ink at every footstep No, not the one that has their jaw hanging on for dear life at their knees Yes, you, the one bashing their head against the light post mimicking the moths in your mouth Who leaves a trail…
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We Have Nothing If Not Time
Chelsea Panameño
Throwback, Abigail Jackson The heatwave was announced the day before the solstice, the day after my brother and I arrived at our mother’s summer home. We did what we thought we should do, based on a few vague Internet searches and a glance at local news warnings. We turned the window unit up as cold as…
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Sitting Under Starry Skies
Claire Doll
Winter, Jonathan Agee The parking lot of my old high school looked the same, even in the dark of winter. It was haunting to see the building lit up only by streetlights, to watch the December winds toss forgotten autumn leaves on the gravel, to be the only parked car in the lot. Lacey had…
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Laurel in Full Bloom
Chelsea Panameño
Into the Ether, Nicky Meaux The bark appeared on the first day of spring, when the winds were starting to pick up, but the worst of the rain had not yet begun. It started as a small thing: a rough, brown patch on her wrist, hardened like a scab. Daphne frowned, but it didn’t hurt,…
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My Black Life Matters
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta I can’t find the words that won’t escape my lips to reach paper. Setting up equipment feels unreal, even creating content doesn’t feel natural enough with all the chaos in the world. A break is needed and that’s okay, mentally you don’t want to be here in this…
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Rain
Midnight Blossoms, Sydney Walker pandemic – (of a disease) prevalent over a whole country or the world. I.this year the cherry blossom trees bloom later than they ever have.what does that mean except that we are holding our breath? II.the woman in Food City coughs when she passes and I light a candle somewhere,that blue center, deep lungs. we don’t love…
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Fracture
Phoenicopteridae Urbana, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack The Atlantic Surfers sprawled on their backs waiting for the sun to dry them out. Layers peeling in long strips. Just like sun-dried tomatoes. Stringy hair caught in the drain of the outdoor shower. Slinking into the pipes below them. Seagulls picking off their next victims in this summer of…
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Not for the Week
ano nakikita Mo?, harana On Monday the carrots mom packed me were soggy and grey where their shoes should’ve been. I threw them to seagulls and Ms. Villin kept me after class, telling me I was ungrateful. I looked for God in the classroom ceiling, but he didn’t show up. On Tuesday I gave my…
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Beets
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman you’re cutting beets grownin someone else’s garden andyou look at your hands, staineda deep magenta, and you knowthe shadow will remainafter your attempts to wash it off. is this what it meansto fall out of love? is this what it meansto be afraid of death,the real one, the oneof forgetting? you…
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it is one thing to keep a garden
Untitled, Julia Sub for Lola Tita and another to water the three potted plantson the shoe rack, stalk of baby bamboopricked by cactus and shaded by heartleaf,all of it garden enough. it is one thing to eat and another to feast,my Lola always our savior,erasing the thin of our wrists withpizza on paper plates and…
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Because we drove past
Eclipsed, Scott Gathright Because we drove pastThat crack in the highwayWhere a glimpse, a bone-clenchedFistful of pennies, of locked doors,Pressed hard, thumbed insistentlyInto who I thought I am.Was gone before I could winkAway flares it leftOn my sight, Implications.Violet, vindictive spotsThat will never leave:That is a promise.Because that crackIn the highwayHid waste Hid guiltHid sin-Hid uglyHid hungryHid rottenHid…
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Rain on a Tea Party
Little Architect, Natasha Hirt Solemn willow, sole witness to tea party stragglers left under a leaking sky. Cups of porcelain dribble coffee childishly mimed as sweet nectar and tea laden with nonexistent ripples of honey. Copper spoons morph to peeling brown and teal, corroding under the dripping ceiling of draped foliage. A soggy lion and…