Poetry, VOLUME VII
Artificial Tears
Untitled, Jessica Ram Our father mixesa searing elixir—a paste of garlicin a steel bowljuice from a knotof ginger-roota dab ofhoneyed cayenne.He sayshe needs it to cry.I think of…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIEpigraph
Place in the Sun, Marisa Murrow if anyone asks, we’ll tell them that the world broke us limb for limb before we could build ourselves wings the earth flowers &…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIHey Tray
Shadows, Amanda Wisbeck Hey Tray, I know we’ve never talked, but I needed to reach out to someone. Someone that could understand what I’m feeling right now, what I’m going…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIResponse to a Real Overheard Conversation on the G Train
World’s Finest, Chloe Hiu See Tsang I hope you get stung in the face by a bee while you help your dad tear down the rotting swingset in the backyard, the…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIYou Can Have My Body
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman But you cannot have my soul. You can take my body, you can cook it. Yes, marinate it in some oppressive, tangy sauce—some recipe passed down…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIThe Pools of Saint Mark’s Square
Two Rivers Meet, Rebecca Turnbull We were driving through the marshes of the Meadowlands on our way to Newark when my mother forgot where she was for…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIDon’t Pick Corn Before It’s Ripe and Other Lessons
Grandma’s Cupcake Stand, Jessica Ashworth Mom and I built a planter box in the spot where the oak tree used to be, before it was killed by Tussock Moths. We…