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Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 9
Released March 22nd, 2022
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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
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VOLUME 2
Released March 22nd, 2022
VOLUME 1
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Hypnopompia
A Clarifying Moment, Alyssa Noel Hypnopompia The first thing I want in the morning is more time. Time for more sleep, time for all the things I want to do that day, time to write, time to eat more than one meal. Look now: see the shadows play and kiss on the ceiling. Listen to…
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The Way to a Chinese Daughter’s Heart
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Imagine clouds salting wildfiresshaped like spicy tofu. The girl I love stirs incense into Taiwanese films.Spreads it over my eyes. So why did we sneak into a Buddhist temple—I was raised Christian, after all.In this dream, we’ve got bamboo flutes for legs, woks for hair. The Chinese goddess, Nüwa,wears an apron. Teaches us…
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If I Wanted
Haku, Anna Hiltner it to rain all the time I would move to Southeast Alaska and live in Wrangell where I would wear True Tuf rubber boots and call them tennis shoes while watching Orca cavort in Zimovia Strait and catch fresh Coho Salmon at the mouth of the Stikine River from the stern of…
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Lonely Winter
We Live, We Die, We Live Again, Ari Reyes It’s the sound of a basketball against pavement that stirs me from the kitchen table Saturday morning. By the time Alex, my brother, comes downstairs after a night of video gaming and goofing off, I’m on my second cup of coffee, elbow deep in college applications. He…
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The Adventures of Cyber Ant and Zarena
Behaviorism, Arjun Saatia TW: Domestic Violence, Drug Abuse I loved when my father explained his tattoos to me. I’d stare wide-eyed and mystified at the letters scrawling across his skin, the images of little ink men battling one another on my father’s forearms. With all the sleeves cut off his t-shirts, I…
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When I Was Six
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright TW: Childhood Trauma When I was six, my mother made an elegy out of stitched pictures punctured straight through the cork board in our front hallway hanging beneath the sign that read “For I Know The Plans I Have for You Declares the Lord.” I asked my mother if those “plans” had…
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The Moon and the Sky
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis “‘Sky’ is now synonymous with ‘bowling alley carpet,’,” says the Announcer, somehow crystal clear inside my mind. Thanks, I think, and I can feel their acknowledgement. I go back to what I was doing before being interrupted: organizing the books by the feeling they give me on page 95. I’d started…
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From The Unqualified Critic
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt this counts as artistry to the roadkill generation – a few synonyms for sadness stapled together with a metaphor that’s easy to digest & some pretty line spacing the writers try to keep their hands clean while they inspect the patch of bloodied bird feathers on…
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Irwin, PA
This Ain’t Belle’s Rose, Adriana Barker A young man named Rosko Ivanovich stomps his feet on the fifth stair leading up to a condemned Russian Orthodox church in order to increase the blood flow to his numb feet. The church is situated on a street corner in the stale coal town of Irwin, Pennsylvania. A…
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Clean & Pretty
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats TW: Eating Disorder The women of Mitski’s songs are dirty. Their rooms are a mess. Their bodies run lawless. And they try, obsessively, to wash themselves clean. Her lyrics are consumed with this character:…
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Recipes
Skyhopping, Alessia Potovsky Something about the hissing of the onions, scallions, garlic, and country pepper no – scotch bonnet, it’s scotch bonnet pepper here. Something about the hissing of the onions, scallions, garlic, and scotch bonnet pepper in the pot on the stove serve as white noise. Remember, they say skillet, not pot. The sizzling has…
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Ars Poetica: Undressing Feathers
Molten Medium, Chloe Moulin To be a poet trying to write a poem, is trying to be as free as a naked chicken— you are undressing feathers with similes and undulating a pecking parade with onomatopoeias— trying to explain that there are pants but also under-pants and foot-pants that are really just socks— a poem…
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Dart Frog
Flutter, Savanah Tebeau-Sherry “The first time I saw the deceased, he was sitting on a greasy bench at the bus station. I’d been aware of him from the moment I’d walked into that dingy little place. It was like a sixth sense had woken up within me; I suppose every woman must have that sense to…
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Pantagruel and the One Eyed Goon
Whispers, Emily Bryn Once upon a time, there was a great and beautiful giant named Pantagruel. He was cloaked in silver and fish scales. His robes were made of the skin of the river, and weaved in his hair was the starlight itself. Pantagruel was not a happy creature. His heart moaned with a bitter ache…
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Zodiac Year of the Lamb
Cotton Candy Woman, Kiara Florez Mother, in her slight accent, calls olives “Oliver.” She loves Oliver, brine salty in her mouth. Almost twenty-five years in America and she cannot differentiate between a man and a fruit, but what is the difference, really? Both are green, hollow on the inside. We eat until our cheeks are…
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A Ghost Story
Forbidden, Meghan Bauman I had this dream once that felt like it had been stripped from an indie Halloween movie: exposed brick walls, threadbare fear scattered across the floor like breadcrumbs, a ghostly presence unfolding in rattling noises and too-cold indoor breezes. I often vividly remember dreams, but most of this one fell away when I…
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Based on Your Credit Score , You Qualify for the Following Subpar Human Abilities
I-70 Diner, Emma Lassiter Invisibility while screaming. Telepathy with those who secretly hate you. Future sight for spoilers. Time travel while experiencing diarrhea. Summon comfort bees when distressed. The ability to shapeshift into sex offenders. Super speed within elevators. Teleportation while crying. Levitate objects within arm’s reach. Continuous X-ray vision. You see only a world of…
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Your Poems Don’t Have Heart
Monochrome, Emma Lassiter He pioneered the theory that if you hit a road sign with your car, it’s yours. Lifting 35 mph into the backseat, the sides were sharper than expected, slitting my fingertips. We mounted the sign back at his place, used small magnets to pin up reminders. The wrong way across the bed, my…
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Monsters Under Your Bed
Demonology, Jack Hoye Isabel always had trouble sleeping, ever since Theodore could remember. She never made it through the night without a nightmare plaguing her unconscious, resulting in her screaming for Mom or walking down to her parents’ room to squeeze in between their two bodies. Frankly, she was getting too old to be sleeping with…
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After Y. Murakami
A Clarifying Moment, Alyssa Noel Original Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock. Translation Don’t matter how calm. A cicada’s mere sound could Defeat Dwayne Johnson. Omar Dirie · George Mason University Omar Dirie is a Somali-American writer from Washington, DC. He graduated from George Mason University in 2020, earning degrees in…
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Mom
We Live We Die We Live Again, Ari Reyes Mom always smelled like that sticky brown stuff that caked on the bottom of her pink purse. Sometimes, when she would lean in so close that her hair would brush across my cheeks, I could smell the stuff in the little bottle she sprayed on herself…
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How to Write About Your Dead Latin Teacher (In Six Easy Steps)
Opulent, Taharah Islam Step 1. Massage product into scalp and rinse thoroughly. Recall what she taught you about the Roman funeral: how it was the only time in antiquity that a woman would wear her hair down. How she would stand before the pyre and beat her chest, strands sticking to her sweaty shoulders, smoke stinging…