Author: Phoebe Literature

at the lesbian bar in the basement of the motel 8

Madie Barone “And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.”            Audre Lorde    the whole...

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Tracing the Wound

Elaina Edwards Bluestems tangled in the chainlink fence where a clay red coyote hung quietly. This is a warning, mom said, and I nodded. She was doing better. Adjusting to the harsh chemicals and...

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[You will begin your great death into manhood.]

Tyler Michael Jacobs You will begin your great death into manhood.The corn will be picked and the alfalfabaled. The thick scent of pasture will no longersore your eyes. The rain will turn cold and...

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Commandment

Raena Shirali -for Ariana Reines         to touch the unfolding spiral i take my nightly seat         at the cusp of fig. i see what i’m supposed to : shapes,         innumerable, in...

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Clay Town

Edward Pretty Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: mentions of non-consensual and consensually ambiguous sex acts. “I’m building a...

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39mg Tar

Erika Niemi Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: suicide ideation and descriptions of attempted suicide . “Well, the real trick to being...

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Easy-Care

Chey Dugan Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: death/dying. In the parking lot of Thrive & Blossom, I scratched the stubble on my neck...

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Soft Grids, Long Distance

Julia Talen Julia Kooi Talen is an essayist and poet based in the midwest where she teaches creative writing and composition. Currently a PhD candidate in creative writing, Talen lives with their...

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home

Nafisa Nazir A lifetime of broken plates and bruised knuckles will chase you out of your cradle before the typhoon does.  I don’t remember the day I left well, only all that came after. I remember...

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Santa Carola y su Corolla

Alexandra Clemente Perez Carola looks through the windshield of her golden Corolla. There is a green Chevy pick-up staring straight at her. My mother Carola, my husband, and I are on one end; our...

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