Fall 2022
- Held in Their Sight a River
- The Dining Room is Epicaricatric
- Now That the Ground
- Demeter Weeding
- The Organ as a Heart
- Love as a List of Cars, Trucks & Motorcycles
- Hostile planet do you care for us
- From the Archives: Mathematics
- But who do you want as your neighbors?
- Moments of Tranquility, Among the Blazing Chaos
- Snake with Human Head Found in Arkansas
- the weight of the wrists
- From the Archives: Barn Dance
- healing bones with howls
- Thing or Two
- Jellyfish
- Aphrodite Never Learned to Sail
- Mother Redux
- From the Archives: Do It Again
- From the Archives: Yellow Trains
- The Buddha
- From the Archives: Sick Day
- Engagement
- Perdition
- The Lifeguard
- In the Red Zone
- I Wanna Be a Skater Girl
- The Vault
Fall 2022
Vist Our Maketplace
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Featured • Poetry
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Poetry
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Featured • Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Featured • Poetry
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Featured • Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Flash
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Flash
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Featured • Flash
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about From the Archives: Yellow TrainsFeatured • Flash
From the Archives: Yellow Trains
"He says he ordered a kid’s meal to be just like you, but you aren’t old enough to understand. It still doesn’t completely sink in because you know there’s not a need to understand, only wanting to bask in the gloriousness of reliving the event."
Featured • Flash
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Featured • Fiction
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about From the Archives: Sick DayFeatured • Fiction
From the Archives: Sick Day
"I am usually the one in control, the one working, the one in charge of someone else’s life, their body, and appearance. But here at Singapore Electric, Cheng is taking charge of my body, my appearance, my life."
Featured • Fiction
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Fiction
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about PerditionFiction
Perdition
"At night, I sit in my room with the lights out to see if my father or mother will notice I’m not around. My mother is a phantom in the house. They used to check my room to see if I was home. I can hear him pacing outside my door up and down the hallway. He’s humming a rhythmic tone and steady beat that goes nowhere."
Fiction
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about The LifeguardFiction
The Lifeguard
"Her mother and grandmother raised their faces to the sun, and I wondered if they sensed peril as I did. Though I angled my chaise away from the three of them, they stayed in my periphery. That’s something Vivi would have done; she looked out for strangers."
Fiction
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Featured • Nonfiction
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Nonfiction
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about The VaultFeatured • Nonfiction
The Vault
"And although a small blip in my growing up, who knows how the trajectory of my life that followed might have shifted had I not spent months dwelling on Kerri Strug and imagining what it would be like to meet her, to know her, to befriend her."
Featured • Nonfiction