by Grace Roberson “whatever life you wear; it will become you.” -e.e. cummings In kindergarten, I was a rainbow clown for Halloween. My grandmother, who…
Prose & Cons
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by Sam Brodsky Before I heard the news I was sitting cross-legged on sapphire-blue sheets, summer’s heat caked against the windows like static hugging silk,…
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by Christina DiLuzio My issues are rooted Like the base of a tree in soil, they are deep within me Trying to pull them out,…
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by Haley Goetz Returning back to the cornfield of chainsaws brought me a certain sense of peace every October. Beginning in my pre-teen years, making…
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by Michael Petit my soul thrashes in this temple knocking down this ancient altar shitting on this sacrificial heart howling, squealing, cackling, sighing taking that…
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by Gavin DuBois On a breezy Sunday morning in April, after weeks of listlessly gathering in the heavens, the clouds burst. Rain fell in clustered…
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by Joseph Heiland I’m wearing my good jeans. The window is open. All different kinds of people walk on the paths below. They’re heading to…
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By Christian Cassidy-Amstutz You came home late last night, opening the door to the fridge so you could see what you were doing by its…
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by Erika Walsh It starts with noses. It starts with noses rubbing against each other and turning red. The noses get drippy, so the people…
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By Samantha Brodsky November 9, 2010 3:24 p.m. Beth told me this would help, writing things out. Make me feel better and shit because apparently…