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…
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by Gavin Dubois I can’t seem to keep my mind away from the ballpark. Not because I’m one of those kids that was bred on…
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by Erica Walsh Love doesn’t know how to play the guitar. Love only knows how to whistle to itself, on a blue night, when the…
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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…
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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…