Fiction, VOLUME VI
A Box to Hold
Geodess, Eric Fram The Subaru Tetris–puzzle of suitcases and boxes was unyielding to the hat box that wasn’t shaped like a box. Shotgun was reserved for the fichus. Packed…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIWhat My Roommate Remembers From Fainting in Middle School
Junglescape, Meagan Dwyer You wake up. You don’t know how long you’ve slept, but it’s time to get ready for school. Oddly enough, you rolled over onto…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIBlinking Out
Passage of Time, Logan Sullivan My father and I used to watch stars go out, Up on the hill. We would pull the soiled recliners, Out…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIDress Shoes in an Alleyway
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn On a closed silver garbage can next to boxelders and cockroaches, cigarette butts and rat droppings, broken baby rattles and urine-soaked diapers, a matching…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIHow to Kill Yourself Slowly
Self-Portrait, Thomas Vause When you wake up, you will weigh yourself one, two, three times for safe measure. 95.0 lbs, 94.6 lbs, 94.8 lbs. Fat, fat, obnoxiously…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIAlbatross Alone
Untitled, Elise Ketch Some would say you’d get lonely out in the big darkness with not a soul on board except for the empty husks of the dead. Marty…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII Miss You Most
Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan when I put the last dish in the drainer, when I light a candle and set it on the coffee table, when I merge…
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Fiction, VOLUME VITwo Years and Two Months
Beauty After the Storm, Rae Clickenbeard The clock on the stove blinks 12:00a.m., but I know that it’s actually 4:52p.m. I’ve been meaning to reset the clock since…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VI2 Girls
Suffocation, Elise Ketch Two girls at a softball game. One with silky golden hair and one with red shoes. It’s one of their boyfriend’s games, one of…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIThe Picasso House
Envy, Yulia Kenley I. We go to the “Picasso house” today. That’s what Aeden calls it anyway. It’s his family’s art museum, or what’s…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIFruit Salad
Tomato Menace and Floral Rabbit, Jury St. Judge Oranges My father sits cross-legged on the edge of the couch, a plastic bowl in his…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII Have a Scab on My Knee
Devil’s Claw, Victoria Barry that’s jagged and circular like a small stone severed from a larger rock The dried blood cavernous and sharp Pussing from the eye of the sore…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIKilling a Chicken
Smooch, Cassandra Warner Grandma was squatting on a low stool in the stuffy bathroom, lit only with a window open to the traffic below and reeking of blood…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIOh! Send Me a Postcard
Beach, Jacob Roosa i. tightly spun egyptian cotton, imported of course, wraps up your wet body like it did for pharaohs. you picture kings who lounged about…
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Poetry, VOLUME VI
Dusk in Dakar
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn Five o’clock shadows cast down their doubting eyes. They turn my wall – a hapless host to a lone Light Bulb – gray. My…