Haunted House - Hannah Rae
I put the flame of the lighter to my wrist, skin puckering like a loved mouth, the morning sun doesn’t even do me so good. It is seven...
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- Oct 18
- 2 min
Withered Dreams - Linda-Raven Woods
I have the receipt for my dad’s first guitar, a Yamaha acoustic he bought in September of 1965 which means it was the gift he gave to...
- Oct 16
- 7 min
You Can’t See Stars In London - Elaine Chennatt
On yet another Saturday with nowhere to be, I wander into the Tate Modern art gallery. I stand for a moment, watching the people in the...
- Oct 14
- 3 min
Care for the Caregiver - Erika Mukherjee
You just have to take care of yourself. I know it’s hard. But you’ll get through it. Do this. Do that. It was all too much. The onslaught...
- Oct 12
- 1 min
bar flies - Katey Taylor
A pale face from my past orders a whiskey and coke. His crooked grin gritting ice as his callused fingertips crawl up my femur. With a...
- Oct 10
- 9 min
Barbie Monologue, Inspired by America Ferrera - Evelyn Wang
It’s so hard to be American right now. It’s impossible. My very first Barbie was a hand-me-down. She looked like the poorer cousin of the...
- Oct 8
- 1 min
1st Place Poetry Contest Winner - Emma Conlon
notes on womanhood (abridged) liminal space 1. the place a person is in during a transitional period 2. empty or abandoned places that...
- Oct 6
- 2 min
2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner - Bella Cosentino
THE FAVORITE my mother and I argue whether the burger is raw. she was hospitalized from...
- Oct 4
- 2 min
3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner - Ella Lukowiak
what it feels like to drown I. it is slow, the cold settles into bones unused to the weight of water lodged in socks and coat pockets you...
- Oct 2
- 20 min
The Precise Opposite of Buried Treasure - Robin Kinzer
**Robin's essay is the winning submission from the Summer Fiction & Nonfiction Contest.** It’s a three-day drive from our recycled brick...
- Sep 30
- 8 min
Gowns for the Angels - Ann Kendall
Two blue lines on a little stick covered in pee – this is where dreams begin. Those blue lines set a parallel course that waffles between...
- Sep 28
- 1 min
…astray… - Nirvana Margaret
I don’t believe in wishes and yet I find myself wishing I could hear echos of your thoughts across sunsets and beneath words spoken for...
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