Fiction, VOLUME VII
Old Dog Can Almost Hear the Worms Sigh
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho When Vera had got litters before she had been in the woods and she had made little canopies out of leaves with her snout keep…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISeed-Pod-Head
The Battle of Antietam in Technicolor, Alexandra Moleski I shaved the back of my head on a whim at 2 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was a gap between classes.…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIThe Bones of St. Valentine
Untitled, Jessica Ram I walked through a church with an unholy mouth gazed upon this love ghost, this dead thing with sacrilegious eyes (they were looking for God, they were…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIFragile Bones
ano nakikita Mo?, harana 1948 Scientist Alfred Kinsey concludes that 37% of men have enjoyed homosexual activities at least once. 2002 – 54 years later – In the third grade,…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIclenched fist and honeycomb
World’s Finest, Chloe Hiu See Tsang my girl sits in the garden like eve on her knees and i bite her shoulders in the milk white dusk leaving half cleaved…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA Boy
Illuminated, Ava Fojtik Popped off my knees like bottle caps & became a boy Daddy crushed Diet Coke cans & I became a boy hands goldfished in the creek—colorful…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISomewhere My Father
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta the first time i heard cicadas, singing to one another in the dark canopy of trees i thought it was my father snoring, the…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIFridge Magnets
The Grass is Never Greener, Vinnie Hagar I start with the IKEA bookshelf I bought to display the volumes of Vonnegut and Fitzgerald and Nabokov that my brother gave me when…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIGirl on Girl on Fire
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman On fire I’m unfuckable, I’m war bridegroom, the knife piloting the wound. I’m the eye bleeding sight. The screen scabbing over me, the camera angled for…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIISmall on a Binary Train
Defense Mechanism 3, Elizabeth Ellenwood I don’t remember being asked. I don’t remember even being told. I just woke up aboard this train, so far from home. And I’m afraid…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIPaloma
Two Rivers Meet, Rebecca Turnbull Maná booms from the CD player, making the walls quake and water drip from the showerhead. Mom throws the towel over my head, drying my…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIILament for the Dead
Shadows, Amanda Wisbeck Your son isn’t crying. The crowd shuffles along, their suits and black dresses a stark contrast against the bright blue sky and beaming sun. Your wife walks beside…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIOn Light
Flickering Strings of Love, Paul Knight I love you the most watching you get pushed around in a crowd of people while a band plays— Your hair glued to your…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIIn the Index of My Days
Rise, Meg Jenson I. lichen, cold mornings, earth, my mother, sleepy afternoons, songbirds in canopy II. i have been driving for miles & miles, always this back & forth between us,…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII
A Body in Rice
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho I don’t believe in God, But mother tells me to pray We don’t go to chùa or burn red marks on our backs. But we…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIMedical Observations
Element of Speech, Bethany Dudek Day 1, February 1999 First observation of symptoms. Subject is a Caucasian male, 3 years old as of today (February 20th), outwardly healthy, one younger…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII
Let Her
Illuminated, Ava Fojtik [space_40] Fuck the heal-toe method. This rebel flat-foots, ‘n’ pancake-slaps the shit-zoo out of her sidewalk. Balancing herself over the concrete edge, like some acrobat holding her…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIBeauty Sleep
Nature Administers a Rorschach Test, Margaret May [space_40] 1 I pull my voice recorder out of my pocket, and press the red button. “Hi, mom,” I whisper, not wanting to…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIICelestial
For Sale, Jess Mezzi Celestial In Spanish, the word for “moon” and “sun” are feminine and masculine, respectively. My mother told me it was because the moon represents women and…
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Fiction, VOLUME VIIA Liturgy of Hours
Study of Myself, Bella Pozo [space_40] The bell above the chapel does not ring anymore. Midnight comes and goes with no herald. Sister Mary Monica is used to silence, but…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIAnna May Wong Stars in a Silent Film
Girl, Azure Arnot [space_40] After Sally Wen Mao All I remember is the glare of cameras. Every mouth I’ve met is a flight risk which is to say that no…
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Nonfiction, VOLUME VIIDownstairs
Warped, Rachel Donohue [space_40] When the distance between the bottom of the steps and the edge of her bed was too far for her to travel, I made the journey happily…