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Farmland
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My mother smiles because she never used to. Her hair is in the shadows and her eyes have been forgotten.…
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Bright paint in a faded neighborhood: a sign of the end. I’m part of it. I push shiny carts in…
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The cherry red nail polish on my toes popped against the cedar floor of the outdoor shower. My wet, sandy…
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The woman who found the body could not explain why she had not called the police herself. Perhaps, she reasoned,…
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I was dead for twenty-six years. My body was frozen and stored in a facility. I don’t remember anything. That’s…
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As they walked past picnicking families, along the bank of the river, Ms. Kim tut-tutted at her daughter Molly. “We…
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How long should a post-coital cuddle for a Grindr hook-up be? Is it time to dress and go home? Not like…
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To suggest it was anything else would be a simple untruth. I cannot fly. I do not swim with jellyfish…
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“It’s because you’re more Ha’ole than me,” Denton says and I tell him how that’s stupid, because we get the same Mom…
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Emma made a face at the little, green leaf floating in her latte foam. The sweet smell wafting up from…
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Specter of a Stinger
We sat packed three in a rowback seat of the sky-blue Oldsmobile.My sister had always been olderbut felt impossibly so…
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but fuck dude maybe there is something about warm winter jackets and soft winter snowfall and quiet footsteps in moss-riddled forest paths made by…
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is not fatalism is notto be ornot tobemean at the core of matterlike a corm in relationto a crocuspit to…
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It’s only when you’re aroundthat I become my own nemesis:pendulous whispers in a darkenedhallway; dust settlingon the sideboard; two eyes…
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Sometimes starving people grow to love eating dirtSometimes people who are not starving also wishto eat dirt and they do…
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We have nothing to say. The blood flows out of the walls as if it were wounds, wounds, eyes gouged…
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My mother is afraid to die in Frankton Indianabecause everyone will think she never left.She seems scared that anyone would…
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Blades of crocus huddle all the lighttaken from my gut while ant coloniessing harmonies to tomorrow’s soldiertoday, & reminds them…
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The teacher broke a finger of chalk for the three.They drew their flags on the board,Amounting to twenty-four rays of…
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i dont know how to write a poem about gender so henceforth I’ll replace it with blankness and see where the earth takes me…
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At sundown, we beginstrapping leather belts to emptystomachs. Crucify ourselvesagainst hunger, restraining growls.Here, we are our own beasts. Here,the wheat…
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Carina StopenskiCarina Stopenski (they/them) is a writer, teacher, and librarian based out of Pittsburgh, PA. Carina received their BFA in…
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