Fiction
Dance on the Ashes of Your Enemy
Dorothy, Ciera Land A few hours before Ortega taught me how to dig a grave, he was visited by El Corte — the Cut One — but my friend didn’t warn…
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Poetry, Volume IXNeon is lighter than air
Dusk in the City of Angels, AJ Favorito I spend a cold summer searching …
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Nonfiction, Volume IXIn Brevity
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright My Grandmother’s diary entry for September 8, 1943 reads: “Italy surrendered. Permed my hair.” Growing up, I spent most of my time with her, our houses…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Boatman
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter Winter ends, and the lake thaws: frostscape turned fairyland,flies flit through lilies, the surface serene. The boatmanunhitches his crafts at the coming of spring; the heat…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXWhen We Went to 1989
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin I remember when Julia and I hopped a wall by the river to recreate her parents’ wedding day. The only thing between us and that convent…
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Poetry, Volume IXOde to a Venn Diagram
How Long Will You Love Me, Eric Tran Where else can politicians And cannon balls meet Besides steely, destructive, And inappropriate for a wedding? About the Author Tanner Whitney · University…
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Fiction, Volume IXOh No, It’s Me, Your Resident Advisor, and I’m Already Asking How You’re Feeling
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter We pass each other in our reshall and I ask, immediately, how you’re feeling. You stare, dazed, thinking 3:48 am is the wrong time for…
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Poetry, Volume IXHow to Appreciate Films
Fever Dream, Emily Lawson Do not watch films only once or twice. Study them like that third trimester sonogram. Try to find the family nose. Watch film noir. Embrace the…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Village That Raised Me
The Unexpected, Anasstassiya Selezneva It took a village. One house next to another, four in a row. Cousins and uncles on each end with grandparents in the middle. It took a…
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Fiction, Volume IXJust Listening
This Ain’t Belle’s Rose, Adriana Barker Granstan didn’t much like driving on the Trace. Says they’re too many young bucks looking for love on that stretch. After a drink Granstan and…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXTense
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt I found the tense of life in my college French 102 class that I took because everyone I knew was in Spanish and French…
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Poetry, Volume IXBurning Stranger
Untitled, Robert McGrady You, stranger, smell of rotting bananas but you smile like my mother after she covers the dining room table in candles and closes the lights. You stagger-step…
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Fiction, Volume IXEscape Attempt
Behaviorism, Arjun Saatia Zara Envada wasn’t prone to panic or nervousness. Or any kind of fear at all, actually. She didn’t see much point to it. But one who was…
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Fiction, Volume IX
Stones on a Hill
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter [TW: Depictions of death and suicide] Wren August 4, 1996 I know most people say life is too short, but I think…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Plains of Shinar
Haku, Anna Hiltner oh, but cain, i was never going to be what they prophesied i would become. this mud hardened into brick too soon and now columns lie prone …
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Fiction, Volume IXBefore You Crash
Gas Station, Oscar Zenteno “Please choose your payment type,” said the voice from the self-checkout machine. The letters blinked at Fatima. The store, alive with noise a few moments before,…
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Fiction, Volume IXThe Crocodile Hunter: Reborn
Catacombes de Paris, Elle Griffiths “It was the summer of 2016,” Alex said, stalwart against the bonfire light. “No one fucking listened to me. I told ’em it was all…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXA Dominicana’s Guide to Surviving a PWI
Immersed, Abigail Nasari Mami… todos son gringos. You arrive. Take in the brick buildings decorated by fresh-cut grass and towering trees before you take in how much heavier your skin…
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Nonfiction, Volume VIIIDeafening
Captive, Cynthia Lee My parents and I have spent all day at Boston Children’s Hospital. I’m not sick, but you wouldn’t know that from their reactions. I run off to watch…