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Feb 20, 20241 min read
Ghosted | Holly Fine
He told me the truth using no words, leaving me to walk alone at twilight. Enveloped by choking air, I saw colors in peripherals like the...


Feb 17, 20248 min read
Little Auschwitz | Emma Wells
Blackout memories paint her mind as unwanted doctrines. A pure spirit but lost, damaged in so many complicated, fractious ways. A...


Feb 14, 20241 min read
Putting Butter on a Scone (for Claire, Joan, and Melissa) | Carol Smith
Bossy sister spreads butter on my scone in the coffee shop we happened upon at Nicholson and Drummond. Shy sister reaches in to add peach...


Feb 11, 20241 min read
Chapel | Alicia Claire de Mello
my grandmother died two weeks ago, and my aunt organized her funeral there’s a wake first at a stale chapel in South San Francisco with...


Feb 8, 20241 min read
Cherry | C.E. Oldham
We pluck expertly with our teeth. Prying this sweet opaque from its stem. Our hands, a crime scene. We smile at each other, mouths full...


Feb 5, 20241 min read
The Ladies Room | Michael Favala Goldman
Where kingdoms rise and fall, the site of power and arbitration. Where secrets are nursed, oaths stacked. The door to safety, swagger,...


Feb 2, 20241 min read
Implication | Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb
He is a kind man who doesn’t wear the stereotypical white coat, though he still takes notes, observing her as she speaks. A polite fellow...


Jan 31, 20242 min read
Friendship | Kait Quinn - 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
after Chen Chen We discard our mermaid tails at thirteen but never stop meeting in water, hands clasped as we plunge full body into...


Jan 31, 20242 min read
list of things that can’t be listed | Amanda Conover - 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
the list begins with an explanation of the nonlinear nature of time, how humans made it chronological despite everything happening at...


Jan 31, 20241 min read
A second with you | Shuchi Batra - 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
I crave a second with you in a world where time stretches like a ribbon boundaries melt like snow religion loses its grip and loving you...


Jan 30, 20241 min read
post mortem | Hannah Norris
heartbreak is its own kind of grief/but there is no funeral or coming together/to celebrate the life/ it is a coming apart/an untethering...


Jan 27, 20241 min read
Sunlight Through the Center Street Window | Ruth Towne
You said, this is a girl’s apartment—most days, plaits of sunshine swayed on the pressed and white shoulders of our walls, and brushed...
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