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Black Cherry | Tessa Speicher
The summer I was lost, my grandmother gave me black cherry ice cream always two scoops, every night, and we’d sit on the porch in the...
Feb 221 min read
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A Still Life | Mike Cullinane
I cut the flowers for a still life, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Smiling on the table top hunting joy; Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ...
Feb 201 min read
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Holding the Pink Slip | Agatha Isabel
I had been meaning to take a few dresses and rompers to the dry cleaners. I had rented three dresses to try on for my friends’ wedding...
Feb 185 min read
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Central Casting | Kathryn Zheng - Fiction & Nonfiction Contest Winner - Fall 2024
She is a superstar, she is an indie darling. I know this sounds like a contradiction, but I can assure you that it isn’t. Her last album...
Feb 1113 min read
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The Backyard | Natasha Deonarain
Stubborn dandelion, yellowed brilliance unaware that it’s outstayed the world’s welcome, soaked in still morning light with a pair of...
Jan 282 min read
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mirror study | Kaitlyn Sun
my eyes lock with my eyes two black holes, duplicated suspended in space and time.  i blink — and the self-portrait shifts late sun...
Jan 261 min read
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Limerence | Jessica Sadler
Three months. Fourteen days. One hour. Nineteen minutes. That’s how long it’s been since you broke up with me. I remember precisely...
Jan 243 min read
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Roses | Amy Lee
i.  we were probably eight when you waved back   as i looked up from my new apartment balcony.     we looked for shells and jumped...
Jan 222 min read
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Luck | Amanda Boyanowski-Morin
I bowed to the ground, picked up nine four-leaf clovers - six five-leaf clovers too. Their petals sliced by mower blades speckled by...
Jan 201 min read
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Tyler Joseph Loves Taco Bell | Morgan G. Cairns
and i love him even more now my half-mad boy in his skeleton best  black and red, canary and camo he pulls that heart out of his chest...
Jan 181 min read
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A Summer Storm | Andrea Tate
At sixteen, on a sunny summer day, you lay in bed, daydreaming about your future. The image of a shiny linoleum floor with a woman...
Jan 167 min read
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Walmart Girl | Angela Mouradian
To see my parent would be to know they were working class. My father’s dungarees were so soiled my mother was unable to rid them of...
Jan 1410 min read
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