Tag: 53.2

Better Late Than Never

Amita Basu It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that every human soul must be in want of another. Growing up, Vishrammi had this axiom drummed into her skull and never thought of challenging it....

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Here it is

Jane Feinsod where the head splits  open and a goat crawls out. Like it knows something. Takes a tongue to water. Pisses toward Nebraska. Curls into a bushel of honeysuckle. Suspects nothing,...

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Old Friends

Rebecca Weil He was there all night in his gray donkey self, standing beside the covered body of his friend while the snow fell. Coyotes yipped from the hills but stayed back. Deer came through, and...

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puzzle

Hailey June Gross after Jericho Brown and SZA  lie by myself at night, let hands trace lips, puzzle- piece together the tips—what i really mean is they dip in my pussy. stop ’em in...

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Marsha Solomon

“Solar Sail” Acrylic on Watercolor Paper Marsha Solomon‘s work has been the subject of many solo and group exhibitions in prestigious galleries, universities and museums. Audiences...

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Half-lives of empathy

Somi Jun 2024 Nonfiction Spring Contest Runner Up We are given the book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. The teacher reads the story aloud to us, chapter by chapter, on the floor of a large...

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Young Woman

Melissa McEver Huckabay I made her out of confetti and spackle,      sawdust, plaster of Paris, blood. Added magazine strips with cut-out words: Willowy. Bright. Christ-like. Glued...

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Katy Stewart

“Cahoots” Analogue collage on paper “Nurture” Collage on paper “Volcanic Pipeline” Collage on paper Katy Stewart is an analogue collage artist and experimental...

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Hanged/drawn/quartered, or, imagining my great-grandmothers’ hands on a Sunday morning, in four parts

jade guthrie I. Sybil (Sue-Ho) My great-grandmother Sybil hands each of her children £2 and watches them skip down the road, newly armed with the pocket money to spend on sweets and comic books to...

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The Origin of a Simple Rhythm

Prosper C. Ìféányí I am in need of so many simple wants.      The fire gnawing the wood.  This body reddening after it has known           Dark...

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