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The Paper Words - Lydia Landrum
Sometimes I find myself Trying to put words to the sensations I feel inside myself Like when my heart is racing I put my hand Over my...
Apr 5, 20211 min read


Familia - Rommy Cortez Driks
Rina immediately felt clearer and more peaceful when she picked up one of the large silver hoop earrings with a tourmaline quartz bead...
Apr 4, 20217 min read


What Makes me a Woman - Anna Raymo
I will never love another man as much as you I know what they sing about when they sing about being weak It is weakness brought on by the...
Apr 3, 20212 min read


The Value of Pie - Marijean Oldham
I was 37 years old when my son left for college, creating a hole in my life. On a whim, I bought a book called Pie. Week after week, I...
Apr 2, 20213 min read


Alive - Viviane Simōes
You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t recognize the face you see. You are happy. “Hey, it’s been a while”, you think. And you...
Apr 1, 20213 min read


Angel - Leslie Hinson
ANGEL: an essay in two distinct parts, written five years apart 1. In the summer of 2002, I saw what I believed to be my first angel. I...
Mar 30, 202110 min read


The End of Loneliness - Jesse Schoen
TC let out a sigh, closed her laptop, and glanced from where she sat at her kitchen table over to Pear, her faceless, limbless cat-sized...
Mar 29, 20218 min read


Bomb Girl Ballet - Jennifer Giacalone
Lily knows the girl from the factory by her first name only, Rose. Rose is the only Black girl on Lily’s shift. She’s taciturn, gruff,...
Mar 28, 202110 min read


Ruckus at the Farm Stand - Christina-Marie Sears
Juan and me are sitting on the curb on CR 253, on account of the bus-stop shelter being full of people. I ball my exhaustion into my fist...
Mar 27, 20215 min read


The Problem of Dido - Sarah Bricault
I have only these hands, the span of my palms in which to hold you ten fingers to cup and cradle your curves trace the lithe stretch of...
Mar 26, 20211 min read


Roosevelt Island Revisited - Losey Pezzullo
On the promenade Cherry blossom petals litter the ground, Various shades of bruised, decaying pink, Others float in the air, The new neon...
Mar 25, 20211 min read


The Narrative Game - Jane-Marie Auret
My dad lays across the denim couch, his ankles off the end of the armrest and his belt threaded but unbuckled, one forearm dangling off...
Mar 24, 202112 min read
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