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The Picture - Megan Kiffiak
When I took the picture of my parents, I thought everything was fine. We were happy and we were a family. I guess I was wrong. A year...
May 13, 20221 min read


“My Flower, My Flower” - Niko Eden
She moved her fingers Along shadowed curvature, Feeling the hollow strength Of such a stem. Her repleteness beguiled me With strength She...
May 11, 20221 min read


The Last Day of Summer - Laura Plummer
The months between second and third grade are a lacuna in my memory, save for the final day. Its details flood me with cruel clarity,...
May 7, 20221 min read


People for Existing - Alexandra Persad
Ellis had the same dream each night. Her behind the wheel of a car, careening around sharp corners and obstructed paths. Even in an...
May 5, 202215 min read


I Sea - Annie Wood
I’m sitting at the stern of the boat, on the transom, in my new sexy sporty bikini from Target while the tall, tanned and toned Steven is...
May 3, 202212 min read


Leaving My Younger Self - Matilda Bray
Bury me With Slinky’s that intertwine Metallic twang No more Twilight purple and Fanta orange Dollar store Bury me with sticky jams In...
May 1, 20221 min read


Provenance - Shannon Vesely
Why do you do this? my daughter asks. I’m wiping clean a piece of used aluminum foil, then folding it into a neat square to be stacked...
Apr 29, 20222 min read


Leaving - Syd Shaw
I left in winter, ice clinging to my eyelashes, slammed the car door and drove to a cheap motel. I left my guitar behind, came back the...
Apr 26, 20221 min read


KNIGHT WILL NEVER BE KING - Ariya Mamun
When the boy is on his knees for you, you will be the one who knights him. Slicing into his shoulders ever so slightly. Shallow cuts...
Apr 25, 20221 min read


Autopilot - Chelsea Vincenzi
After something sudden and violent happens to the body, it switches to autopilot. You're still you, but at the same time, not. A piece of...
Apr 23, 20223 min read


HORSESHOECRABS - Amanda Boyanowski-Morin
Seventh grade I learned of Virginia Woolf. A kindred - For I have always carried beach stones in my pocket. Small and smooth, never...
Apr 21, 20221 min read


Hair dye and Color Theory - Madeline Vickers
Libbie walked slowly into the house from her car. It wasn’t familiar to her. Her parents bought it two years ago. She thought it was her...
Apr 19, 202212 min read
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