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The Judgement | Beverly Fesharaki
Shut away from the magic of music, she can no longer hear the rising hymns she sang with Dean and a guitar, behind a pulpit of judgement....
Jan 61 min read
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After A Miscarriage | Savannah O'Toole Renehan
He doesn’t rotate the produce. After hauling the crates from the loading dock, he unloads new spuds onto last week’s potatoes. Unripe...
Dec 29, 20241 min read
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Lei-Making in Kansas | Amy Haddad | Poetry Contest 1st Place Winner - Fall 2024
Three generations of the women in my family            sit on the spacious front porch, pouring over                        souvenirs...
Dec 5, 20242 min read
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requiem for a gone girl | Kelsey Smoot | Poetry Contest 2nd Place Winner - Fall 2024
I’ ve kissed at least one dead girl that I know of. I look back and realize she was maybe only barely alive when we kissed. Tawny girl,...
Dec 5, 20242 min read
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San Diego 2007 | Star Jalanugraha
I find us, always rolling down that grassy hill at grandma’s. Knees stained green, itchy as hell. Blotchy, burnt faces echoing hues of...
Sep 30, 20241 min read
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Resilience | Lia Smith-Redmann
for my cousin Nadia.  Peeled back as a baby to reveal her delicate insides – heart laid bare. Someone wished upon her like a flower and...
Sep 24, 20241 min read
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The Pantheon of Dead Ex-boyfriends | Julie Benesh
South of close relatives, north of the minor arcana of pre-deceased coworkers, neighbors, et cetera, subset of the mammoth  ship of...
Sep 21, 20241 min read
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Supermarket Baby | Juliet Simon
The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...
Sep 15, 20241 min read
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child | Katie Rotella
the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...
Sep 9, 20241 min read
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In Line at Eden, 1989 | Adriana Stimola | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...
Aug 15, 20241 min read
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As If Deep Rest Were a Lottery Ticket | Ellen Skilton | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...
Aug 15, 20241 min read
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My Sister’s Life Sinks on the Day of the Titanic’s Anniversary | Cynthia Pratt | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left. Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs. She becomes a skiff...
Aug 15, 20241 min read
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