Fiction, VOLUME VI
A 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.…