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Cryptids of Ohio

Sydney Koeplin             “I think we should have claws.”             “Pinchers.”             “Fangs!”             “Fur.”...

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The Memory Cranes

Kelly Murashige The baby has been crying for what feels like three days straight. Mari, for her part, has joined in intermittently. It isn’t just the stress of being a first-time parent. The pain....

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39mg Tar

Erika Niemi “Well, the real trick to being happy is to kill yourself.” He spoke out one side of his mouth to keep the cigarette he’d just bummed in place while he brought up his lighter,...

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Clay Town

Edward Pretty “I’m building a town,” he says with an assuredness I was drawn to. “I’d like to visit,” I say, and write my number on his receipt. I watch him leave, carrying his ten kilos...

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Commandment

Raena Shirali -for Ariana Reines to touch the unfolding spiral i take my nightly seat   at the cusp of fig. i see what i’m supposed to : shapes,   innumerable, in which we find intimacy : cow,...

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[You will begin your great death into manhood.]

Tyler Michael Jacobs You will begin your great death into manhood. The corn will be picked and the alfalfa baled. The thick scent of pasture will no longer sore your eyes. The rain will turn cold and...

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Tracing the Wound

Elaina Edwards Bluestems tangled in the chainlink fence where a clay red coyote hung quietly. This is a warning, mom said, and I nodded. She was doing better. Adjusting to the harsh chemicals and...

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at the lesbian bar in the basement of the motel 8

Madie Barone “And there is, for me, no difference between writing  a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body  of a woman I love.”             Audre Lorde    the whole...

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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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