Poetry, Volume X
The Art Journal I Kept Back When I Loved Jesus
A Very Long Party In Green, Li Anne Liew Lives in a clear plastic bin below my childhood bed, neighbors with decades-old stuffed teddies and virgin candles gifted to me for…
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Poetry, Volume X117 Million
Monochrome, Emma Lassiter Anyways, I’ve been thinking about going for a swim. I have been researching lakes and bodies of water. I am uncompromising and precise in my analysis of them…
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Poetry, Volume XThe Heart Braid
A Slow Decay, Ashley Webster My substitute mom massaged her threading hands As substitute dad typed religiously on his Blackberry She claimed I was finally ready for my soccer game and…
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Poetry, Volume XThe Austrian Alps
Whispers, Emily Bryn Author’s note: In CMSCI 449: Introduction to Artificial Intelligence, students were assigned to write a natural language processing program that would generate commencement speeches. The result was authentic…
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Poetry, Volume XSBF, or Why I am No Longer Discussing Sex With Straight People
2, Julia Broeker my ex-best friend told me her boyfriend ate her pussy, but it’s okay;, she’s still a virgin. but oh i forgot, i guess that’s all sex is…
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Poetry, Volume XWall Street et. al.
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt Oh America, you bad bitch I picked the cotton that made you rich -Kendrick Lamar, “For Free? (Interlude)” i. new York was once new…
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Poetry, Volume Xjust not you
Livelihood, Liza Ashley I didn’t see anything at first but I felt every bump and crack of the dirt road, the sudden jolt and sharp turn of the wheel as…
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Poetry, Volume XLately I’ve Been Running Out of Words for Falling
Phoenicopteridae Urbana, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack lately, i’ve been meeting my supposed-to-be-stranger on city streets, looking for him on the edges of days and finding him in familiar hallways. but when…
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Poetry, Volume X
The Land We Lived On
My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land, a place where they tried to…
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Poetry, Volume XDream Girl
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Mania tastes like a Monster Smells like cigarette butts Bleach gasoline And gripping the clutch Infidelity shows up too Grows in Tindr swipes right Purging sweating…
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Poetry, Volume X
Daddy Issues
Whispers, Emily Bryn Sylvia Plath would call me a spic. In the light my eyebrows almost pass for a Spaniard’s. In the darkness, Pablo Neruda would call me a gringa. What…
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Poetry, Volume XSearch History
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter s stages of sleep stages of grief symptoms narcissism symptoms hypochondria symptoms cancer stomach ache small tits states where you can buy fireworks states where you…
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Poetry, Volume IXPrecarious Weather
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson The day I call the day my hair fell out, no hair actually fell out. Several bouquets simply gave with a small tug, and slipped…
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Poetry, Volume IXRefrigerator Door
Dancer, Rose Horell and I can’t stop thinking about how I’ve gotten so used to doing everything alone. so when I reached into the fridge for a dozen eggs for the…
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Poetry, Volume IXABC Haibun
Gas Station, Oscar Zenteno I was born in the room where my mother ate her first hamburger, the room where my father sat at her bedside, licking every crumb off …