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Jan 24, 20241 min read
Pennsylvania Pilgrimage | Kyle Hilsey
Trapped, lost in snow-covered northern lights, Wishing to stumble on dirt hollers. Misplaced on this dreadful map. I yearn to be quenched...


Jan 21, 20241 min read
That Kind of Person | Victoria K. Clay
Does it make me feel better being the peaceful person? The forward person? The person that doesn’t need anything to do or say something...


Jan 18, 20241 min read
My Soul, Like a Watered Field | M. Shayne Bell
O, play that melody; play it again, again— it makes me think of he that runs to me. Moonlit and in sunlight my door opens to him— sunlit...


Jan 15, 20241 min read
Wombs | Karina Guardiola-Lopez
Some wombs House cysts not children Cramps, not comfort Monthly punching bags Scrambled self esteem Eggs over, not easy Not sunny, not...


Jan 12, 202414 min read
Where Things Grow | Marlana Botnick Fireman
Texas is not a good place to have something growing inside you. I’ve known this for a very long time, but until now I never applied it to...


Jan 9, 20241 min read
My Mother’s Song | Ada Pendill
I save the tickets from events and places I visit In a box that belonged to my mother in her youth. The old box is one of the things that...


Jan 6, 20242 min read
Sad Girl Music and Me | Sophie Hoss
Those who know me best are aware of my undying devotion to idols of feminine musical melancholy: Mitski, Lana del Rey, Lorde, Florence +...


Jan 3, 20242 min read
My Meat and My Marrow | Christie Grotheim
My bewildering body, my meat and my marrow, Walking away from the womanhood I once ached for; regression, relapse, in my carriage and my...


Dec 31, 20236 min read
Remain | Rachel Johanna Darroch (Fall 2023 Prose Contest Winner)
The coffee was bitter. Reeve did not know why she kept getting stuck on this fact. The aftertaste was acrid, like swallowing old pennies....


Dec 8, 20231 min read
Different | Francine G. Farina & Sarah N.
trigger warning: homophobia Ever since he was a small boy He remembered the thoughts Pulsing inside his head and how He tried to push...


Dec 6, 20234 min read
Being Seen, Ten Scenes | Deborah Heimann
1. My father and I are at Best Thai eating pad thai. “She said her name was Sarah.” In between bites, my father is telling me a story...


Dec 4, 20231 min read
T-shirt | Julianna Hallett
I picked you up like an old t-shirt: tattered, worn, softened a bit. Maybe it wasn’t me who broke you in and smoothed every crease, but I...
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