Fiction, VOLUME VI
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…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VINamjadeul
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.…
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Poetry, VOLUME VI7 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…
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Poetry, VOLUME VILittle 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…
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Poetry, VOLUME VISupermarket 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…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIBlackish 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…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIBecoming 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…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIColeopterist
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…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIA 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…
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Poetry, VOLUME VISt. 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…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIThe Eleventh Round
Dripping, Eric Fram There are splats of blood on the mat already. My left eye drips warm blood, much to the interest of Doc, who weaves skin to skin. Then,…
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Poetry, VOLUME VINina Simone Tells Me What I Will Lose, Mainly You
Junglescape, Meagan Dwyer The arrhythmic pulse of jazz makes my back arch as I strike a match against the curved edge of your jaw; the thought of…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIAsphyxia
Talking Dead, Amanda Stephen As a child, one of her favourite games had been holding her breath. This usually took place in the bathtub, still big enough to…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIWhy We Lived
Beauty and Power, Jini Park If I had known it was Julie calling my name across the fluorescence of the supermarket, I wouldn’t have turned around. “Maurine,”…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIGoing to Church
Self-Portrait, Thomas Vause The man I love says there is no God. With lips that could bring the Devil to his knees And a voice that could…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIWhere the Weed Decays, or an Elegy for Those with Pathetic Adoration
Still Air, Shareefah Pereira After Vladimir Nabokov and his second greatest love affair | For Ms. K You’re forty-two years old and you don’t know how you…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIHow to Stop Playing With Dolls
Sweet Dreams, Hannah Elizabeth High Sit on the floor in the middle of the basement. It’s your very own play area, which makes it the greatest place.…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIhow i swoon
Do You See Me?, Hannah Elizabeth High your footfall drops on the cement outside where I wait sound echoes my heartbeat matches your step stepped in the way…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIHorse at the Zoo
Mule, Michael Cabezas Aged in the enclosed paddock, bald-faced and balking, face devoured with botflies, slab-sided, shivers running over the flank. Unsound. Blows harsh air from flared…