Tag: 51.2

Mickey Haist Jr.

Clashing in Good Faith Oil on canvas I Lost Something in the Hills Oil on canvas Mickey Haist Jr. is a painter and teacher, living in the Southwest with his wife. He started painting during lockdown....

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The Lost Girls of Lupine Cabin

Anna Sheffer 2022 Spring Fiction Contest Runner Up We remember confirmation camp on summer mornings when the air smells like woodsmoke. At camp that year, every night ended with a campfire, and every...

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Danielle Klebes

Someplace to Sleep Tonight Oil on canvas Plus One at a Forest Party Oil on canvas It Burns Because It’s Wood Oil on panel Danielle Klebes lives and works at Wassaic Project in Wassaic, NY. Her...

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A Perfect Day for Christmas

James Sullivan The tree still had most of his needles, and although Carly had been at first against our adopting him, something forlorn and shaggy in his expression convinced her, as it had me, and...

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Ellery Beck

Couplet Film and digital photography Wading Film and digital photography Self-Portrait Film and digital photography Ellery Beck has a BA in Creative Writing from Salisbury University and has recently...

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We Can’t Live Without the Birds and Animals

Lauren Barbato I. Lisa meets Jenny the day after Christmas in the Burger King parking lot off Broadway. Jenny wears a black-and-gray checkered scarf with a braided fringe. Lisa recognizes the scarf...

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Your Hollywood Jesus

Callie G. Mauldin You push the church’s gate door open and walk past the wild verbena, fuchsia palls of fire at your feet. Your heartbeat quickens. The church’s box-shaped form could be mistaken...

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Ariel

Lucien Darjeun Meadows Content Warning: This piece contains discussions of suicide and self-harm All around this Baltimore campus, the tulip poplars are beginning to leaf out in brilliant, foamy...

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Follow

Amanda Nyren I’m at my desk one morning when he first reaches out. As a recruiter, out-of-the-blue messages from near-strangers are common on LinkedIn, but something about this one feels—I’m...

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Misplaced Loyalties

Aisling Walsh My cervix has been weeping for longer than I know. The pearl-pink nub at the neck of my womb is marked by a lesion which releases a constant trickle of blood. The ulcer was first...

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