Tag: 54.1

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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54.1

Purchase a copy of 54.1 here Fiction Roadkill by Naomi Brauner Forbidden Fruit by Shreya Fadia Into Each Waiting Pocket by Kindall Fredricks Young Tommy Jones by Grant Jensen Team Player by Shanley...

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All the Lines I Missed

Lauren D. Woods I had a poetry class to take, my first. Think about repetition within poems, the prompt said. Come ready to share one form of repetition. But I skipped the poetry class because I...

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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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Art Gallery, 54.1

“The Hedges” by Kel Hudson Watercolor and ink “Empire” by Albert John (A.J.) Belmont Drawing “Leaning House”  by Albert John (A.J.) Belmont Drawing...

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Michael Says We Can’t Go Home ‘Til We Catch the Catfish

Martin Hopson He drives the fishhook through the soft belly of the tree frog— its legs like engine cylinders back- firing in the amber of the afternoon. I wish he had a good reason for taking it...

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