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Cherry Bomb

C. E. Janecek FINDINGS: There is a T1 hypointense, T2 hyperintense lesion within the left anterior pituitary. This measures approximately 6 mm coronal by 5 mm sagittal by 7 mm craniocaudal.  The...

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Rapture with Foul Mouth

Kale Hensley In vain, I wore this flesh as a mistake, bred so            proper by this derelict age. Oh, despise do I the decorum of being crossed: be meek,...

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Never Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Daniel Brennan the gift. the gifthorse. the horse’s mouth.the rubber cut of tongueand sour steep of breath.the outstanding threat: never look.the troublesome desire to look. his tonguepressed into...

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Little Red

Mary Simmons Yes. Yes. What else is there to say? There are no wolves in the forest. We killed them all and let our children beg. Meat in the sun, sweet enough. Basketfuls of hungry, hungry flies....

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Associations

Giljoon Lee Which came first? The eggor the sperm. The apple or the throat.My throat closing in on itself. Umma putting sweet yuja tea to my lips.Saying, When the body is ill, the nectar drains...

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Two Truths and a Lie

Mauri Pollard Johnson How to Play: Give three statements about yourself. Let two be truths and one be a lie. Make your lies rest in the space between believable and outlandish. Make them sound like...

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Old Gods

Rose McMackin I know the summer constellations well. Cassiopeia, chained to her chair. Cygnus, the swan with the bright star Deneb in his tail. Aquila, the eagle, bearing thunderbolts across the sky....

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Commencement

Sara Davis After Joe Brainard I remember the mall on Saturdays. We tried on clothes, but no one had clothes money so we bought candy cigarettes, makeup, Hello Kitty trinkets. It cost a quarter to...

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Dear

Rasma Haidri What I saw was the man, no, the man’s hand, no, the deer, I saw the deer on its side, side swept, asleep, no, not asleep, the deer was resting, waiting to die, no, the deer was waiting...

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Birth Control

Rebecca Hawkes   “why suck the strap” why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now                 –  Tumblr user...

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