Poetry, Volume IX
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…
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Fiction, Volume IXPantagruel 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXZodiac 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXA 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,…
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Poetry, Volume IXBased 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXYour 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, …
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Fiction, Volume IXMonsters 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXAfter 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXHow 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXNeon is lighter than air
Dusk in the City of Angels, AJ Favorito I spend a cold summer searching …
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Nonfiction, Volume IXIn Brevity
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright My Grandmother’s diary entry for September 8, 1943 reads: “Italy surrendered. Permed my hair.” Growing up, I spent most of my time with her, our houses…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Boatman
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter Winter ends, and the lake thaws: frostscape turned fairyland,flies flit through lilies, the surface serene. The boatmanunhitches his crafts at the coming of spring; the heat…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXWhen We Went to 1989
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin I remember when Julia and I hopped a wall by the river to recreate her parents’ wedding day. The only thing between us and that convent…
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Poetry, Volume IXOde to a Venn Diagram
How Long Will You Love Me, Eric Tran Where else can politicians And cannon balls meet Besides steely, destructive, And inappropriate for a wedding? About the Author Tanner Whitney · University…
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Fiction, Volume IXOh No, It’s Me, Your Resident Advisor, and I’m Already Asking How You’re Feeling
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter We pass each other in our reshall and I ask, immediately, how you’re feeling. You stare, dazed, thinking 3:48 am is the wrong time for…
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Poetry, Volume IXHow to Appreciate Films
Fever Dream, Emily Lawson Do not watch films only once or twice. Study them like that third trimester sonogram. Try to find the family nose. Watch film noir. Embrace the…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Village That Raised Me
The Unexpected, Anasstassiya Selezneva It took a village. One house next to another, four in a row. Cousins and uncles on each end with grandparents in the middle. It took a…
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Fiction, Volume IXJust Listening
This Ain’t Belle’s Rose, Adriana Barker Granstan didn’t much like driving on the Trace. Says they’re too many young bucks looking for love on that stretch. After a drink Granstan and…