VOLUME III
Boys’ Weekend
Boats For Rent, Christina Harrington When I discovered the tent in the back corner of my grandparent’s A-frame, I never expected my dad would let me sleep in…
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VOLUME IIITrapping
That’s How It Is on This Bitch of an Earth, Isabel Sicant [Trigger Warning: Child Death Mention; Depictions of Drug Addiction/Overdose] When I was a child, my dad always walked…
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VOLUME IIIWorld Peace Hotel
Morning Prayer, Jenny Brum I thought I would have something on her, this nun. I thought that being out in the world, spending my time not with my eyes closed,…
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VOLUME IIIIf She Remembers
Pause, Vanessa Burrows [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Fatphobia] She took too much chili cheese dip. And my Girl Scout friend Katie Johnson, with a too thick, bland brown bob, told…
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VOLUME IIIMonday, Between Four and Five PM
Limbs, Kathleen Saunders We are through the door—the side door, the door to the mudroom where the family’s shoes rest in crowded rows—and Claudia doesn’t bother to greet…
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VOLUME IIIPlaying House
Winter Morning, Lyall Harris The screaming makes her break a dish a white ceramic plate with black scuffmarks from a decade of rib eyes, chicken breasts marinated in Italian…
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VOLUME IIIExtra American
Possibilities, Sarah Brotzman Let the sand settle in your lungs like unwanted guests in your living room, drinking all your red wine and eating all your cheese, saying…
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VOLUME IIIBuffalo
Clock Dreams, Muge Karamanci [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Self Harm/Death; Homophobic slur; Drug Addiction] A friend of mine, a long time ago, was buried alive in a snowdrift in the Old…
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VOLUME IIIMost Days We’re Not Going Anywhere
Mom Said Cows Lying Down Means Rain, Emma Webster [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Animal Death] We’re late getting back to the orchard, sure, but this doe with the broken neck is…
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VOLUME IIITwo Scars
Play the Cards, Diana Chou When I say she was something else, I mean that she reminded me of a circus. Her colors were not very bright, nor…
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VOLUME IIIField Notes on Hair
Untitled, Katharina Windemuth [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Illness/Medical Trauma] After the brain thing1 the world became divided; there were those who knew the truth about my illness, and those who knew…
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VOLUME IIIof women and gods (of learning how to pray)
Laughter in the Streets of Istanbul, Anna Blue [Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse Mention] I. The first verse I memorize I repeat over and over in my head for days My…
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VOLUME IIIFat
Celery, Molly Kampmann [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Body Gore; Fatphobia] Last night I had a dream that I was fat. More than fat: crouched on the bathroom floor of my…
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VOLUME IIIMrs. Xia
Untitled, Cameron Taylor The lesson ends when Mrs. Xia writes in the little notebook. She has given one to each of her students. Martin’s is light blue. The…
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VOLUME IIIStones for Guppies
Nostalgia, Teymur Guseynov Along the creek, July clung to our limbs with clover-twined snapdragons. Our plan was to dig a mudslide, strip to skin, and “wrassle” with our…
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VOLUME IIIAn Afternoon at the Mütter Museum for Anatomical Anomalies
Hand, Justin Miller Soap woman lives here, shares a room with wax dolls, giants, dwarves. Caked in woman flesh, she dreams (open mouthed) of trying on the face…
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VOLUME IIIAt the Edge
Hollywood, Jonathan Grado Everything other than the present is terrifying. We talked about it yesterday on the roof instead of class, watching unimagined land spread into designated…
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VOLUME IIICapgras Syndrome
Sophie, Jackson Tupper One day you were no longer you. You’d swallowed yourself in the deep of your sleep and escaped through a door in the side of…
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VOLUME IIIAlone on a New York Bound Train
Grasp, Elena Makansi On the road that connects my part of town to yours, I waited for the nine o’clock night train to Penn Station. Octobers in Massachusetts…
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VOLUME IIIGrown-Ups
Debbie, Hollis Moore The snow sticks lightly to the road in a pleasant way, shrinking the lanes to wet tire tracks in a delicate white landscape. This is…
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VOLUME IIIMontanus
Soft Smoke, Colin Brooks Montanus always had the best pot. He would show up, broad-shouldered, looking hefty and plaid clad beneath those Greek letters—not one of the…
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VOLUME IIIAugustus
Low Tide Shanty District, Harrison Carpenter For three days, the city has been on fire. Flames so hot the streets of gold are beginning to run, bringing…