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
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VOLUME 5
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 4
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VOLUME 3
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 2
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 1
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Garden of Eden
We Sleep the Same, Kate Drakulic What magic there was in eating your green beans that made you grow through the night as you slept sweet and curled into dark like cocoons— I am in love with that trickery, love is not love but trickery, whomever is willing to be coaxed toward…
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Journey to Discovery
ano nakikita Mo?, harana After a few minutes of watching people walk through the cold wind my now ex asked me if I was ready. We were waiting to walk in to the pharmacy to get my first prescription of T, we had been here five times in the last four days. Each…
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died, 2016
Say a Prayer, Mikaela Rae Antoigue In 2016, my grandparents’ dog died. He was an old dog, covered with warts, and they had to put him down due to his misery. Some time later, their other dog died, presumably of grief. In 2016, Star Trek actor Anton Yelchin died. He was getting his…
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Artificial Tears
Untitled, Jessica Ram Our father mixesa searing elixir—a paste of garlicin a steel bowljuice from a knotof ginger-roota dab ofhoneyed cayenne.He sayshe needs it to cry.I think of his motherbeating himin a hot stone house,a brown-eyed calfin an abattoir.We watch him holdhis hissing salveto the cornersof his eyesand he grimaces.His tearswash downa stony…
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Epigraph
Place in the Sun, Marisa Murrow if anyone asks, we’ll tell them that the world broke us limb for limb before we could build ourselves wings the earth flowers & thunders to life as time converges, divulges herself into the image of us there’s the shape of regret & then the blank space after it,…
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Hey Tray
Shadows, Amanda Wisbeck Hey Tray, I know we’ve never talked, but I needed to reach out to someone. Someone that could understand what I’m feeling right now, what I’m going through. I’m sure you know the news by now. They got another one of us, bro. For real. This young boul named Jordan, down in…
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Response to a Real Overheard Conversation on the G Train
World’s Finest, Chloe Hiu See Tsang I hope you get stung in the face by a bee while you help your dad tear down the rotting swingset in the backyard, the one next to the barn and the boulders where the snakes whisper about your parents’ crumbling marriage. I hope the wasps swarm and I hope…
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You Can Have My Body
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman But you cannot have my soul. You can take my body, you can cook it. Yes, marinate it in some oppressive, tangy sauce—some recipe passed down from oppressive, tangy grandfathers. You can grill it on a blistering cast iron pan. Then, take my body, and chop it into slender, insubstantial slices,…
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The Pools of Saint Mark’s Square
Two Rivers Meet, Rebecca Turnbull We were driving through the marshes of the Meadowlands on our way to Newark when my mother forgot where she was for the first time. She always had trouble with dates and names and the like. This felt different. She had been staring straight ahead, at the…
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Don’t Pick Corn Before It’s Ripe and Other Lessons
Grandma’s Cupcake Stand, Jessica Ashworth Mom and I built a planter box in the spot where the oak tree used to be, before it was killed by Tussock Moths. We planted patty-pan squash, Tuscan Melon, blue pole beans, strawberries, and corn. One day, in early summer, she went outside to water the garden, and found…
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The Elevator
Do You See It, Mommy?, Hannah Elizabeth High PICTURE IT: In the dark parking garage at the Towson mall, bottom floor, standing by the elevator at 10:32 PM, a girl checking her phone. Battery nearly dead. The girl petite, slender, cute blouse and shorts. Pretty, with an air of innocence. Eighteen years old, just submitted her…
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Nest
Growth, Liatris Hethcoat The nests I see are not so high above my head as they had once been on this track. And now my hands can fit inside the gloves you wore when walking down this cul-de-sac. These twisted twigs would leave me freshly scraped were I to wrap my hands around the birds’…
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Namjadeul
Untitled, Elise Ketch Matthew The vaulted ceiling of early morning and hemlock canopy float around you like a vulture. I can see your fjord-blue eyes from this bird’s eye view. You look up at me- a splayed and pinned Vitruvian man encircled in heavy sleep. You turn your head on a bed of peanut brittle…
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Magnolia
Beauty After the Storm, Rae Clickenbeard Before even the hum of bees came the seed pod of a magnolia tree. It probably tumbled out of some space rock in a moment both destined and wrong, an alien artefact encrusted with ritual blood. At Earth’s first hazy kiss it erupted— suckering tentacles shot out and tore…
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7 Things I Don’t Have the Chance to Tell You
Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan 1. I learned how to braid. The YouTube tutorial was awful,And I ripped out most of your mom’s hair.2. The ballet recital you were rehearsing for,I learned the whole dance.3. Yes, the coffee mug you broke was my favorite, but I didn’t care.And I still don’t.4. I got you the bike you…
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Little Iguana
To Warm A Bed – Iambus, Louie-Paulo Darang Little iguana basking in the sun That iguana has never filed taxes Probably because it can’t read I hope that it doesn’t get arrested About the Author Wilson Haworth · Guilford College Wilson Haworth is a sophomore Political Science major at Guilford College. This piece first appeared…
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Supermarket in Santa Monica
Perch, Victoria Barry Fluorescents shoeshine my Shop Local badge. My shoulder tote sags fair trade coffee bags. Here I think of all that is super: the man, the ego, this store, this man these chocolate raisin samples I halfheartedly resist, toeing the line between my personal illusions & the mango stand. What thoughts of things…
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Blackish Blues
A Better World is Possible, Ernest Volynec Every night, as the star had risen The thought of escape would cross We divulged our truths and hearkened their lies Over pain that would never leave and freedom that was lost Inquiring of the Man Upstairs, we questioned “what did we do?” Accustomed to…
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Becoming Zero
Wrung Out, Kaitlyn Kugler It is my thirteenth birthday. At the lunch table I sit facing my friends with a ten calorie bite of vanilla cake marinating on my tongue. Amylase is breaking down the microscopic sugars, sending them sizzling down my gullet where peristaltic movements smush and squeeze them…
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Coleopterist
Tomato Menace and Floral Rabbit, Jury St. Judge Nothing’s a secret once you know about it. The jewel beetles became a regularity in the kitchen. The first was the color of a geode’s guts, translucent purple. It sipped from the lavender-licorice tea you left out. You’d forgotten about your…
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A Sense of August
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn My walk home would be pleasant—would be rather beautiful, really, with the sunset turning the sky all sorts of colors—if it weren’t for the damned bells ringing from the town hall. They only ring for six minutes—from 5:00pm to 5:06pm—but it takes me fifteen minutes to get home from my receptionist job…
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St. Theresa’s
The Sound of Silence (Austria), Taylor Hedge Sit in the back like a good Catholic and watch the priest in white robes raise his arms to welcome the sinners: the drunks, the men who beat their wives purple and red like wine. They crowd the banister on their knees for absolution. Later they’ll wander into…