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National Anthology of the Best Undergraduate Writing

Fiction, Volume XI

In Memory of Atlas Moon

Marisa Barnard

Fiction, Volume XI

Swimming Lessons

Claire Doll

Poetry, Volume XI

Oceanic Oracle

Summer Hagan

Poetry, Volume XI

American

Juan Ortega

Poetry, Volume XI

Orare por ti (I will pray for you)

Juan Ortega

Poetry, Volume XI

Staring at My Bookshelf

Angela Vodola

Fiction, Volume XI

Red Snow

Hobson Wadsworth

  • VOLUME III

    Capgras Syndrome

    Sophie, Jackson Tupper     One day you were no longer you. You’d swallowed yourself in the deep of your sleep and escaped through a door in the side of…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Alone on a New York Bound Train

    Grasp, Elena Makansi     On the road that connects my part of town to yours, I waited for the nine o’clock night train to Penn Station. Octobers in Massachusetts…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Grown-Ups

    Debbie, Hollis Moore     The snow sticks lightly to the road in a pleasant way, shrinking the lanes to wet tire tracks in a delicate white landscape. This is…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Montanus

    Soft Smoke, Colin Brooks       Montanus always had the best pot. He would show up, broad-shouldered, looking hefty and plaid clad beneath those Greek letters—not one of the…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Augustus

    Low Tide Shanty District, Harrison Carpenter       For three days, the city has been on fire. Flames so hot the streets of gold are beginning to run, bringing…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    god for me

    Untitled, Julia Sub     is the way my grandfather thinks about jesus believes until it’s just called knowing like science or directions   his hands are hard as stone…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Hicksville

    October, Sophie Treppendahl     An hour west toward the beginning of Long Island we drive to a party in Hicksville. We pass a series of one-story houses. Airplanes, coming or…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Actually, I’m Jewish

    Universale, Isabel Schneider     Actually, I’m Jewish. It’s a phrase I’m used to saying, for one reason or another. What are you doing for Christmas? Actually, I’m Jewish. (Subtext: going…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    A National Tragedy

    Amalfi Coast, Eliza Delaney     On the day the sky wept blood over Texas we stood together a little apart   Bad posture against chalky aluminum fence, braids pulled…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    The Mackenzie Walrus

    Tod’s Point Sunset, Alexandra Metter [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Death] Brian’s snore raked through Eleanor’s ears. His nasal strip and her earplugs had failed her again and she was up,…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Tear-Jerker Monodrama

    Bed of Puzzles, Kathleen McIntyre [Trigger Warning: Depictions of Death] My mom is dying. We are in her hospital room. It is 2 am or 4 am. It smells like…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    I Was 5’4″ and Seventeen

    Untitled, Rachel Adler     But I shrank two inches about a month ago. It was the day my mother’s fiancé and his son moved in, and since that day…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Nocturnal: A Series of Haiku

    Sheets No. 1, Kory Gabriel     I. She is Becoming   something nocturnal. Watch as she teethes on moondark. She is going, gone.     II. I Hear  …

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Family Values

    Roof Monks, Zoe Weingarten [Trigger Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence; Domestic Violence] My oldest brother is named Levi, but he goes by “Tray” when he’s selling drugs. The alias occurred to…

    0 August 6, 2018
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    Nail Polish

    Afterparty 2, Mandi Vivacqua His nails weren’t coral but candy cane red cadillac and dark—satin lining of my mother’s purse, brains of a crushed watermelon or even the latex guts…

    0 August 6, 2018
  • VOLUME II

    Red Sky

    Shoreline, Yarden Salei   after C.D. Wright’s “Floating Lady Retablo”   When I left home   all the worries escaped From my chest   just gone, like that   crazy   how Some places  …

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Watersheds and Lions’ Dens

    Sufi, Tamara Turk     In the desert we speak of aquifers, how they are the spaces between things, how they hold water to quench thousands.   All the cracks…

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Philology

    Better Things, Rebekah Chamberlain     If I said that our conversations have something to do with the way the creosote bush ravels itself into the barbed wire and around…

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Buzz Cut Before Afghanistan

    Untitled, Kristen Prosen     I. Two months before you leave in a Chicago gas station, you flash your brother’s ID and buy a twelve pack of Budweiser. Tins of…

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Aberdeen Farm, A Crossing

    Infinity, Michael Chilcote     I. Pick some fruit, bruised purple. We did not plant this tree.   So we walked, so we stand, lakeside. The grey dock.   Wind…

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Idolatry

    Figure Study IV, Michael Specht      a gloss after Elizabeth Gilbert Not all my prayers beseech you— on the widest nights I’ve tied   a wire to a tin can,…

    0 August 1, 2018
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    Xixtaberri

    Untitled, Andrea De Sa Trigger Warning: Child Death Mention; Depictions of Animal Death] To protect a vegetable garden from rabbits you must lay the chicken wire twenty-five centimeters into the soil.…

    0 August 1, 2018
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