by Erika Walsh I stare at myself in the mirror; press my lips into the heart of some forgotten religion. The bell tolls (and it’s…
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by Michael Petit Marshmallow ceilings and muscle spasms Standing at this bar, waiting for a glance That lion typing on his screen, taking orders Dancing…
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by Gavin Dubois Candlelight was all we had, but you didn’t seem to mind. My eyes had grown weary from focusing. From trying to witness…
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by Alexa Salvato “Emma!” Margaret squeals from across the 7-Eleven parking lot. “Emma! Emma! Oh my god, get the fuck over here! I’ve been waiting…
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by Samantha Brodsky I Am Your Yesterdays, Not Your Todays Or Tomorrows Dear Ex-Lover who is miles away by now, I never wanted you to…
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by Grace Rychwalski “You need layers – Let’s thin The thick underside So it won’t tangle. Maybe you should try Some mousse, Some spray, Or…
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by Alexis Morillo I can remember what you were wearing the first time we ever talked a blue button up, ill-fitting khakis, Adidas, and fabricated…
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by Joseph Heiland You ask me: Do you think it’s going to fall? No, I say. I rub goose bumps from my arm. Candy wine…
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by Erika Walsh Otto has had too much to drink. He is cradling a white bunny in his arms. Her nose is twitching and she…
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by Haley Goetz It was bonfire night. There were about fifty to seventy high schoolers sitting around the lake’s edge, near the raging fire. The…