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Nonfiction, Volume XThe 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…
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Poetry, Volume XLately 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume XJasper
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…
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Fiction, Volume XTHE 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume XHow 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…
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Poetry, Volume XThe Land We Lived On
My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land, a place where they tried to…
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Fiction, Volume XRed’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…
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Nonfiction, Volume XI 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,…
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Fiction, Volume XYou’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…
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Nonfiction, Volume Xi 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…
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Poetry, Volume XDream Girl
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Mania tastes like a Monster Smells like cigarette butts Bleach gasoline And gripping the clutch Infidelity shows up too Grows in Tindr swipes right Purging sweating…
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Poetry, Volume XDaddy Issues
Whispers, Emily Bryn Sylvia Plath would call me a spic. In the light my eyebrows almost pass for a Spaniard’s. In the darkness, Pablo Neruda would call me a gringa. What…
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Poetry, Volume XSearch History
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter s stages of sleep stages of grief symptoms narcissism symptoms hypochondria symptoms cancer stomach ache small tits states where you can buy fireworks states where you…
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Fiction, Volume XA Shadowy Figure
Demonology, Jack Hoye I lay down on my bed and pull a photo out from under my pillow. A family photo – the last one too. I close my eyes and…
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Fiction, Volume XThe Shield Maidens of Hafrsfjord
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta Part One TW/SA The Northmen are all standing and sitting together in the hall of the great Jarl Thigurd Sigurdsson to await his announcement…
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Poetry, Volume IXPrecarious Weather
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson The day I call the day my hair fell out, no hair actually fell out. Several bouquets simply gave with a small tug, and slipped…
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Fiction, Volume IXFox Studies
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats On the day that Miles turns into a fox, I…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXReminiscing in the Land of Maple Syrup
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter I was scared, that day. The last time I had been scared in that house was when I was seven, and my big sister…