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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, forgive ...

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Never Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Daniel Brennan the gift. the gift horse. the horse’s mouth. the rubber cut of tongue and sour steep of breath. the outstanding threat: never look. the troublesome desire to look. his tongue pressed...

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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 egg or 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...

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The Second Handle

Cila Warncke Content Warning: This essay contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: sexual assault.   Everything has two handles, one by which you can carry it, the other...

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My girlfriend threw up on every carnival ride we went on, without exception

Katie Jean Shinkle The lights of the carousel blink once twice in distress.     You are on main stage dressed in all-black to blend in, to never be seen. Instead, I squirrel you away my...

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Penance

Ecem Yücel Content Warning: This essay contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: domestic violence, animal death. I once rebelled against my mother, whispers mother. She...

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Offertory

Brian Woerner I put my bloody tooth on a plate, spin it for luck. If there were two, I could rattle them like dice. I think my tooth is rooting for me. Little compass, I spin it again to commune with...

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Letter to My Mother

Jacqueline Goyette I want to describe for you what it looks like from the window in my bedroom. The city of Macerata out in the distance, beyond the other apartments in their stucco walls. In their...

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