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Black Cherry | Tessa Speicher
The summer I was lost, my grandmother gave me black cherry ice cream always two scoops, every night, and we’d sit on the porch in the...


Feb 201 min read
A Still Life | Mike Cullinane
I cut the flowers for a still life, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Smiling on the table top hunting joy; Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ...


Jan 282 min read
The Backyard | Natasha Deonarain
Stubborn dandelion, yellowed brilliance unaware that it’s outstayed the world’s welcome, soaked in still morning light with a pair of...


Jan 261 min read
mirror study | Kaitlyn Sun
my eyes lock with my eyes two black holes, duplicated suspended in space and time.  i blink — and the self-portrait shifts late sun...


Jan 222 min read
Roses | Amy Lee
i.  we were probably eight when you waved back   as i looked up from my new apartment balcony.     we looked for shells and jumped...


Jan 201 min read
Luck | Amanda Boyanowski-Morin
I bowed to the ground, picked up nine four-leaf clovers - six five-leaf clovers too. Their petals sliced by mower blades speckled by...


Jan 181 min read
Tyler Joseph Loves Taco Bell | Morgan G. Cairns
and i love him even more now my half-mad boy in his skeleton best  black and red, canary and camo he pulls that heart out of his chest...


Jan 121 min read
Vision | Marisa Silva-Dunbar
We are on a train from Tokyo to Kurama Onsen near Kyoto. You write on the back of purple and gold origami paper, scenery passes us by...


Jan 101 min read
Fibonacci and Fireflies | Kelly Lynn
She misses the light that hid its existence cream and pale under the watchful eye of the waning moon that used to dance in spirals and...
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