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Too Young | Lex Marie
They like to tell me I’m too young to sit with them at dinnertime I’m seventeen — grouped with kids who crack suicide jokes and laugh...
May 21, 20242 min read


Pumpkin Bread | Wendy Palmer
There’s a loaf of pumpkin bread in my husband’s backpack but the backpack’s gone and so is he. A quick walk around the the block he said,...
May 18, 20244 min read


The Griffin | Kara Melissa
The griffin, griffon, or gryphon is a legendary creature with the body, tail, and back legs of a lion; the head and wings of an eagle;...
May 15, 20243 min read


emotional labor (a Sunday evening) | Emma Zuder
how is it that i make clean and put away the dishes? dirty-clean laundry piles up on the creaky wooden slab, day-old groceries patient in...
May 12, 20241 min read


Happy Place | Beth Davies
With a steaming cup of Jasmine tea in her hands, Annie stood at the living room window and looked out through the panes. Golden yellow,...
May 9, 20248 min read


Rot | Caitlin Featherstone-Priester
I take a melon baller to my heart and            scrape out bits of you,           all rotted-under and   sickish sweet and warm....
May 6, 20241 min read


Fisherman | Hannah Maiorano | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I spread my hair across the ocean of your skin and cast it out upon the wide open bed. A net of brown fibres and knotted curls. The...
May 4, 20241 min read


Strolling with My Grandmother in the Center of a War | Rebecca Evans | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
She warmed chicken soup all day— ready for the hungry, the empty She popped popcorn on movie days for seniors saying, I’m more able than...
May 3, 20241 min read


Incisors | Hannah Yingst | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
And I’m left to wonder if your betrayal was the desperation of a starved dog or a practiced knife slipping between my shoulder blades; is...
May 2, 20241 min read


A Cold Embrace | Casandra Hernández RÃos
Jason had been waiting for Allison at Caffé Bene for almost thirty minutes when he saw her walk-in. She had texted earlier to let him...
Apr 30, 202410 min read


Perfecting Imperfection | Philip Lisi
The routine starts on Sunday with a tiny flake of skin, barely detectable, separating itself from the sturdier flesh just underneath the...
Apr 27, 20242 min read


Blue Snow | Annabelle Ford
Emmy stands in front of the bathroom mirror of her parent’s house, a white hair pinched between the fingers of her right hand. It is wiry...
Apr 24, 202415 min read
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