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Where Things Grow | Marlana Botnick Fireman
Texas is not a good place to have something growing inside you. I’ve known this for a very long time, but until now I never applied it to...
Jan 12, 202414 min read


My Mother’s Song | Ada Pendill
I save the tickets from events and places I visit In a box that belonged to my mother in her youth. The old box is one of the things that...
Jan 9, 20241 min read


Sad Girl Music and Me | Sophie Hoss
Those who know me best are aware of my undying devotion to idols of feminine musical melancholy: Mitski, Lana del Rey, Lorde, Florence +...
Jan 6, 20242 min read


My Meat and My Marrow | Christie Grotheim
My bewildering body, my meat and my marrow, Walking away from the womanhood I once ached for; regression, relapse, in my carriage and my...
Jan 3, 20242 min read


Remain | Rachel Johanna Darroch (Fall 2023 Prose Contest Winner)
The coffee was bitter. Reeve did not know why she kept getting stuck on this fact. The aftertaste was acrid, like swallowing old pennies....
Dec 31, 20236 min read


Different | Francine G. Farina & Sarah N.
trigger warning: homophobia Ever since he was a small boy He remembered the thoughts Pulsing inside his head and how He tried to push...
Dec 8, 20231 min read


Being Seen, Ten Scenes | Deborah Heimann
1. My father and I are at Best Thai eating pad thai. “She said her name was Sarah.” In between bites, my father is telling me a story...
Dec 6, 20234 min read


T-shirt | Julianna Hallett
I picked you up like an old t-shirt: tattered, worn, softened a bit. Maybe it wasn’t me who broke you in and smoothed every crease, but I...
Dec 4, 20231 min read


A Dozen Eggs | Georgie Popovitch
Delores will die soon. She’s been sick for a while now, and she’s getting worse. We are neighbors and we are friends, in some ways....
Dec 2, 20239 min read


maybe in a universe lightyears away | Reeti Ramchandani
look! there’s a camera zoomed in on our hands. in the script, our hands are supposed to meet, our fingers are supposed to be interlocked....
Nov 30, 20232 min read


Girl House | Julianna Kasper
When I brave the cold of the tile and go downstairs, the room is empty. I see a pink hairbrush, its bristles loose and wrapped with curly...
Nov 28, 20235 min read


March 28th, 2023 | Eleni Polinska
For three years, I didn’t read a single book, I was too busy longing at the water’s edge, wandering alone at night, only 18, thinking I...
Nov 26, 20231 min read
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