Category: Online Issue Pieces

Larissa Monique Hauck

To Grow, You Have to Look at Your Roots Acrylic on canvas Through visual storytelling, Larissa Monique Hauck confronts the complexities of queer feminine identity contrasted with the resilience of...

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Shell Game

Apollo Chastain “You can win a pistol!!!” I remove the white chiclet gum,       which I have been chewing so long it’s lost flavor,   from under my tongue. I hand...

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Mysterious Rooms

Jaime Gill September Well, this was a bloody stupid idea.  About two months ago, you said, half-joking I think, that I should hire a therapist.  “Don’t be absurd,” I said. “I’m...

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Jeni

Adon M. Oil on wood panel Jeni was born in Mill Valley, California across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. Jeni moved down to Santa Monica, California and attended SMASH, an alternative...

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Missouri Pastoral 01

Brooke Spalding I’m angry when neighbors roll slow and talk                         about god through the salt-caked  mini-van...

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Pruning Practice

Lydia Kim Every few days, a hair pokes up from the glossy surface of the hairline pimple she popped. It had crusted over like a manhole cover, then healed and left a slight, smooth curve. She pulls...

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Nataliia Burmaka

Wedding Bouquet Acrylic on stretched canvas, 65 x 90 cm Nataliia Burmaka (Ukraine/Finland) is a poet and an artist. Her works were shown in exhibitions in Finland and were featured in magazines such...

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The Valley

Mays Kuhail “Dodi, Dodi!” Giza nudges me awake. “The wall is coming down.”   I open my eyes, slowly adjusting them to dawn. The sun is making its way out of the valley’s horizon,...

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The Well and the Grove

Tariq Karibian It’s 11:53 AM. Your phone is at 57%. Since the Internet went down, you’ve been keeping it on Low Power mode and using it mostly as a clock. There is a lull in the chaos outside....

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On the Brink of Something

Hasheemah Afaneh I thought I would remember the nurse’s name, but I was naive to think my memory wouldn’t fail to recall the name on her white coat, despite whispering it a few times to myself....

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