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SBF, or Why I am No Longer Discussing Sex With Straight People
2, Julia Broeker my ex-best friend told me her boyfriend ate her pussy, but it’s okay;, she’s still a virgin. but oh i forgot, i guess that’s all sex is for you guys. you know that part in fried green tomatoes when they throw flour on each other? yeah, that’s lesbian sex. lesbian sex…
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The chair
Untamed, Natalie Meador My flesh, a fixture In your sanctuary Positioned strategically For optimal usage; Your pleasure at its expense. Dents and scratches repeatedly Concealed by pungent lacquers; The handyman covers his messes. The inflated ego turned your “Good as new,” into the new “I’m sorry.” You liked them Used and worn in, yet Moldable enough…
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THE SHIELD MAIDENS OF HAFRSFJORD
Winter Afternoon, Evan McGrew Part Three (continued from The Shield Maidens of Hafrsfjord, Part Two) TW/SA, mentions of suicide Astrid has not stopped thinking about what Eira fears. Whenever Eira has a fear about something, she is usually correct. If one of them should die, Astrid hopes that it is her; she could never continue to live…
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Wall Street et. al.
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt Oh America, you bad bitch I picked the cotton that made you rich -Kendrick Lamar, “For Free? (Interlude)” i. new York was once new Amsterdam and new Amsterdam once had 11 men—then lifetimes later spawned the empire city and the Black men & Red men built Wall Street and…
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just not you
Livelihood, Liza Ashley I didn’t see anything at first but I felt every bump and crack of the dirt road, the sudden jolt and sharp turn of the wheel as we made our own road around the boy. mumbles and stares from all aboard with one voice above the rest, “No, we can’t stop” the…
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Edgar Edgarson
Fever Dream, Emily Bryn Edgar Edgarson wore a Victorian overcoat to school, and when I mentioned this to him, he did not hear me. We walked along the hallway together, his canvas boots out of place among converse and sandals and the second-hand falling apart things on my feet. I could not imagine someone like Edgar…
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Witness
Lady on the Platform, Adam Foster I can’t watch without a bile of blood and bones inch up a throat choking on the knee of circumstance. The black of my closed eyelids is already a theater; the pit orchestrates the offences nightly. The light of May was violent, branding my retinas with the violence that ensued.…
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Two Words
Midnight Blossoms, Sydney Walker The emptiness you left is there every day, The pillow sheets are often drenched, My eyes stay shut to keep from the truth, My ears still wait to hear you say those two words, My nose clings to the smell of your favorite plaid jacket, It’s been that way for eighteen years…
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The Storm Chaser Within
Lettuce Hug, Christina Guzman She was a flying fist of fury hurling hate, that faint tinge of red flaring beneath the yellow flesh of olive skin. A stark contrast of her sunset orange blush. Who knew those almond shaped painted lips of peachy orange pink could spew such poisonous rhetoric, the insults cutting like a leather…
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January
A Very Long Party in Green, Li Anne Liew I miss having your head at the foot of my bed Sleeping off the pain of loss my living room fan hasn’t spun in a span Almost as long as your hair (on your head plus your crotch) About the Author Allison Lee Reichman-Bennett · Missouri Southern…
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Lately I’ve Been Running Out of Words for Falling
Phoenicopteridae Urbana, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack lately, i’ve been meeting my supposed-to-be-stranger on city streets, looking for him on the edges of days and finding him in familiar hallways. but when i see him, i feel my heart stumble and struggle to stand again, so when he closes the evening door, i find myself trying to…
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Jasper
A Slow Decay, Ashley Webster I come across her near the water. She is sitting on top of a picnic bench, her slippers and a couple cans of Monaco strewn beside her, glinting in the low light. A purple butterfly clip sits in her hair, glittering. I move closer to her, pulled in but hesitant to…
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Static
Dorothy, Ciera Land IThe numbness started after her silhouette faded awaywent from trading sly smilesand dancing as fairiesin secret gardensand on dimly lit sidewalksto the longest ache I’ve ever feltI keep the old her in creased handwritten lettersin tubes of rose lipstickin pale apricot yellow yarnand in namaste expelled breathsfrom a place that is bothconscious and…
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THE SHIELD MAIDENS OF HAFRSFJORD
ano nakikita Mo?, harana Part Two (continued from The Shield Maidens of Hafrsfjord, Part One) TW/SA After two weeks of not seeing him, Astrid sees him in the great hall. He is with his friends talking and laughing as if he has done nothing wrong. He must know that she is watching him…
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How to Host a Funeral
Meditation on Postmodernism, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack Most importantly: food. Good food. Some families think those bullshit little hors d’oeuvres will cut it, but they won’t. You really think Lisa and her six kids won’t complain if they drove from Oregon and you just serve pancetta on wheat crackers? Honestly. Be sure to look appropriately…
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The Land We Lived On
My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land, a place where they tried to convince us berries grew in the summer. Nothing ever bloomed except our cigarette trees, growing rich in winter. The smoke was stagnant and held its…
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Red’s Maintenance
After the Impact, Sarena Pollock We regret to inform you that starting on 10/02/4519, the color red will be undergoing maintenance, and will be temporarily unavailable. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. First, you may notice your senses being slightly dulled due to gaps in your sensory perception. Do not be alarmed. Your…
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I Go Back to the House on Grandon
The Japanese House, Effie Jia (Imitation of Vincent Scarpa’s “I Go Back to Berryman’s”) All the Chevys were from different eras—a candy-apple ‘63 Impala, a wine red ‘85 Monte Carlo, a maroon ‘07 HHR—and if you see them, you’ll see their place in the house on Grandon Street, although you’ll also see a plethora of…
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You’re Not From Around Here
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson “You are excused. If you don’t know certain things, I know you are not from around here,” Dementria Martinez told the man politely. She could tell by the odd expression on his face that something, probably her first name, had gotten his attention, probably confused him. This was not the first…
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i long for the me i was before i met you
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis i am drinking earl grey tea even though it is slightly bitter because i miss my mother and she always drank it at home and my bone bruise is making sure i know that just because i want to move on doesn’t mean it’ll let me and the banana on my…
