The Confession | Gretchen Corsillo
She picked at the green plastic straw, then drew it halfway up out of her drink, focusing on the white coating of whipped cream that...
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Jul 22 min read
Instructions on Making it (Another Year) | Georgia Riordan
The time will pass anyways. You might as well enjoy it. You have to keep going. This is your choice, but wake up and choose it every...
Jun 309 min read
Contest Winner: The Work | C. Low
This is the winning selection from the 2024 Spring Fiction & Nonfiction Contest. For more information about our upcoming contests, please...
Jun 292 min read
Shosholoza | Blake Harrsch
The engines. The buses. The bustle. A December Monday with students eager to be released. Above, snowflakes eager to erupt. Like candy in...
Jun 261 min read
Strawberry Acai | Sara Thompson
I take a sip of bright pink, speckled with seeds, it’s sweet taste prickling against my tongue, and I am reminded of our freckled noses....
Jun 231 min read
poem in which my body and I are toxic lovers | Selena Zhang
she wonders if I would love her were she ugly; ravished in a fire/gored by wild hounds/broken in half to protect me, I find myself unable...
Jun 203 min read
He Smells Like Citrus | Jaimee Alonso-Lundheim
The internet says smelling citrus means someone you love is near. Maybe they’re in the kitchen stripping a lemon of its zest. They could...
Jun 172 min read
Temperance | Amanda Myrtakis
On the second and final date, I help you fold your laundry. You ask me if I’ve ever worked retail, because I’m impressively good at this,...
Jun 141 min read
Green Is My Favorite Color but Brighter Than You’d Think | Savanna Frances Grinspun
every woman wants to own a bookstore café by the beach emergency exit the market saturation of a dream in which everything is everything...
Jun 117 min read
My Mother and My Belly | Emily Brochin
My mother stands by the counter of her kitchen pointing to her belly. I am visiting her for three weeks and am prepared to clock in as...
Jun 92 min read
Distracted | Liz deBeer
Sitting under an umbrella to reduce the glare, I’m trying to read on the beach. But I keep getting distracted by my cellulite; it’s more...
Jun 84 min read
Catching Up | Sydney Atwood
We used to walk along the beach at sunset, our hands sticky from selling overpriced lemonade and our cheeks burnt from applying small...
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