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I Fucking Hate the Portland Trail Blazers

Samuel Piccone Not a spread too big. Too brightly littered with faith. How long one can soften into night, I can’t say. There’s so much waterI hardly notice: the snow and snowing, the bathtub...

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Contentment

Donna Vorreyer The quiet of the woods feathers my brain,and my tongue magentas with beets. Still I’m restless and cannot sleep. I can’t explain the shadow’s abstractions—how the coat rack...

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WHY DADDY SOLD THE MACHINE

SP Mulroy The thresher like a wicked god calls children to its mouth,gnashing locust teeth to taste the fingers in the grain. What passes through the graveyard gate can never walk back out. Beneath...

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Summer, 1998 & The Word for Bowl

Thuy Phan Summer, 1998 When the plane touched the tarmac, I knew my mom and I were somewhere else because of the smell – exhaust fumes mixed with grassy herbs and overripe jackfruit – in a...

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A History of Smoking, Hit-and-Run, and Monsoon Season: A Flash Collection

Matthew Torralba Andrews A History of Smoking   I miss when a visit to Tita Min’s house involved me holding a pretzel stick to my lips, mimicking my aunt, so confident and composed over her San...

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Below Parallel

Aurora Bodenhamer I didn’t learn how to read until I was twelve. In my first film, Love in a Blameless Land or How I Gambled It All Away, I was cast to play an intellectually disabled child. My...

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Yellow

T.C. Martin2026 Nonfiction Spring Contest Winner Today you are thinking that to be fat is to feel an inscrutable connection to the color yellow. It was there, on the side. In a little white ceramic...

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Ignite

Daniel Lurie2026 Poetry Spring Contest Winner There’s nothing as lonely as the long claw of a train horn.  Like a tail, three boxcars trail in its wake, the first stuffed  with spotted loons...

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Ghazal Beginning with a Line by Frank O’Hara

Adam Gianforcaro I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.For the loveless world to rile in empathy and reflect itself in the love-  drenched puddles of tenderness. To not...

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The Stange Architecture of Things

Grace McGovern Watching Once Upon a Time in the West, I am stuck on the saloon door. Harmonica swells, bullets drop,  but forget that, watch the corner of the cloth screen, admire this gesture...

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